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fandomimaginestrash · 2 years

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Something Nice - Thomas Shelby x Reader (eventual Reader x Alfie Solomons) (Modern! AU) - Part 1

A/N: In honour of the return of Peaky Blinders, here's a thing that was running around my head! I am going to do this in parts, purely because I'm not 100% sure how this is going to end yet!

Sidenote: I always try to keep the reader gender-neutral to the best of my ability

Summary: Reader has been lifelong friends with Tommy Shelby and has always had feelings for him. However, when the reader meets Alfie, Tommy starts to show his true feelings and a decision has to be made.

Part 2

Growing up you and Tommy had always been close. This was mainly due to circumstance as his Aunt Polly was a friend of your parents so you spent a lot of time around the Shelby boys. Especially Tommy. You don't know what drew you to him more than the others, not at such a young age. When you got older, however, it became much more obvious. You had been head over heels in love with him for as long as you could remember.

At age 15, you had confessed to Polly how you truly felt about Tommy. She had encouraged you to tell him, but out of fear of ruining your friendship you had decided to keep it to yourself. When Tommy started dating, your heart sank. Of course, you were happy that he was happy, but selfishly you had wished it was you on his arm. Having tried dating yourself you quickly realised that no one would ever compare to Tommy, so not only was a second date extremely rare, but a first date was more often than not, not even on the cards. Some took this as a sign you were "playing hard to get" and insisted on chasing after you. Sure, the attention was nice, but none of them would ever hold your heart in their hands the way Tommy did.

Now that you were both older, Tommy started running the family business. Naturally, he asked you to be his right hand. As the eldest brother, Arthur had taken offence to this, but deep down, he knew you were the right choice. Of course, you accepted the offer. It was the only way you were going to be able to keep an eye on him.

"I've got some business down in London this week," Tommy stated, barely looking up from the papers on his desk.

"Okay," you replied from the sofa, "what do you need me to do while you're away?" You asked, it wasn't unusual for Tommy to go away on business and leave you in charge.

"Nothin'," he responded, still not looking up, "I want you to come with me."

You choked on your drink, you could count on one hand how many times Tommy had asked you to go with him to a business meeting. He much preferred knowing that things were left in your capable hands while he was away. Your choking, however, finally prompted him to look up from his desk.

"Okay, it's not that shocking of a request." He laughed, watching as you thumped yourself in the chest to stop the choking. Tommy had always this way of both making you feel at ease, you knew you could tell him anything and he wouldn't judge you, but he also knew how to press all the right buttons to fluster you, and boy did he know it. This was definitely one of those instances.

"Tommy, are you sure?" you asked, placing your mug on the table to the side of the sofa and making your way over to the chairs in front of his desk. You threw yourself down on the comfortable chair as Tommy followed you with his eyes.

"Of course I'm sure, wouldn't ask if I wasn't now would I!" His tone was playful with a slight hint of laughter, but the smile on his face made you think he was up to something.

"Okay, if you're sure then I'm in!" you exclaimed in delight. "When do we leave?"

"Ten o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll pick you up at eight and we can get breakfast first."

You knew from his tone of voice this wasn't a question, it was a fact. You would be having breakfast with Tommy tomorrow, which wasn't necessarily out of the ordinary, but he did usually at least provide you with the opportunity to decline. Knowing this, you didn't respond with words. You let out a slight hum and nodded as you stood up from the chair and Tommy began to write again.

"Who's going to look after everything here if we are both away?" you asked.

"Polly will." He responded, once again not looking up from his desk.

Satisfied with the answer, you turned to leave his office and made your way towards the ominous, dark oak door.

"Oh!" Tommy called after you, as your hand reached the door handle, "Make sure you pack something nice."

"See you later Tommy!" You called back, not turning around or taking on his comments. "What the hell does 'pack something nice' mean?" you thought to yourself. What on earth was he planning?

***

That night, you went home and started to pack. Tommy's words about taking something nice to wear still ringing in your ears. You were so deep in thought, that you didn't hear your phone ping. Once was fair enough, but then it began to ping repeatedly, snapping you out of the trance you were in. Picking it up, you saw twelve texts from Tommy, five from Arthur, and a missed call from Polly. "Shit!" you exclaimed to the empty room. The latest text, which was from Tommy simply read "I'm coming over". Naturally, he wasn't one for asking permission first. You read the rest of the messages and realised you were late for meeting the Shelby's at The Garrison.

Quickly scanning the room, knowing that not only would Tommy be there any moment, but also that he wouldn't knock on the door, he would just let himself in. You grabbed the jumper closest to you and threw it on in place of the shirt you had been wearing all day, and changed into a clean pair of jeans. Just in time too, as at that very moment, the door behind you burst open.

"I wish you'd answer your bloody phone," Tommy exasperated, "thought you were dead!"

You laughed at his dramatic comment. "Sorry Tommy, I was packing and lost all track of time, I.."

He cut you off, "It's fine, let's just get going 'ey." He reached out to you with his hand, which was extremely unusual. Another thing to add to today's list of his strange behaviours. As you got closer to him, he took your hand in his outstretched one and the two of you walked down to the street where Tommy had parked.

He opened the passenger side door with his free hand and guided you towards the car. He was definitely acting strange.

"Why thank you, kind sir," you joked as you let go of his hand to get into the car.

He laughed in response, "Come on, just get in, we're already late."

The drive to The Garrison was a short one, made even shorter by the way Tommy drove. There was never any uncomfortable silence between you and Tommy, but at that moment in time, something did feel off.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, mostly out of genuine concern but partially just for something to say that would put him at ease.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Everything's fine."

"Okay, but are you sure?" you prodded, "You've got this look on your face that..."

"I said it's fine." He snapped, cutting you off, and not for the first time that night. His sudden change in personality was definitely something you would be keeping an eye on, not just tonight but also while the two of you were away.

You didn't respond, you just sank into the seat and waited for the car ride to be over.

***

"Finally!" You heard Arthur's booming voice from across the bar.

You began making your way over to where Arthur, Polly and Michael were sitting. "Thought you was goin' to be dead or something" he laughed. "Seriously though, you alright? Not like you to not answer your phone." His tone was much more hushed now and filled with genuine concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you smiled, "just got a bit carried away with the packing that's all."

"Oi oi!" Arthur whooped, "finally going on that trip 'ey Tommy!" Arthur looked in his brother's direction and sent him a not-so-subtle wink.

"Leave it out, Arthur." Tommy, who was not too far behind you, was clearly in a mood and Arthur had clearly already started drinking.

You took off your jacket and placed it on the empty seat next to Polly, who stood up to hug you as soon as your jacket hit the chair.

"It's good to see you, love," she started, "ignore Arthur, he's already had too many." Her voice raised slightly as she neared the end of her sentence, grabbing Arthur's attention and hinting to him that he needs to slow down.

"Who even pays attention to him anyway?" John smiled from across the table. He was sitting directly opposite the seat you had chosen. After Tommy, John was the brother you were next closest with. The two of you were the same age, so you had been in the same school year. He had even escorted you to the prom you didn't really want to go to. Of course, he wasn't the Shelby you desperately wanted to ask you, but with Tommy being a few years older, there was no way he would want to go to a stupid school dance. John, however, was more than happy to go with you, and you were happy to be going with someone you loved, someone who you knew wouldn't leave your side the whole night.

"Bloody no one, and for good reason," came Tommy's voice from behind you. You turned around and saw he had two drinks, one in each hand. He extended one to you and kept the other for himself.

"Thank you," you smiled as you accepted the drink, "Arthur is harmless," you addressed the group, sitting down with Tommy taking the empty seat to your left. "Sure he's had a bit to drink, but..." you shrugged, losing your train of thought.

"She's right," Polly interjected, "Arthur says a lot of things but doesn't mean anything by them." Polly looked to you, knowing how Arthur's comment had made you feel.

"Where's Michael?" Tommy asked.

"God knows," John responded, "can't we just start without him?"

"No, we need everyone here."

The four of you sat laughing and enjoying yourselves while you waited for Michael to arrive.

"I'm here," came a voice behind you, "I'm here." Michael had arrived but sounded out of breath.

"Bloody hell, did you run here?" You asked, standing to hug him.

"Something like that." He let go of you to take his coat off and place it on the empty chair between Arthur and John. "I'm just gonna get a drink, then we can start. Anyone else?" He immediately regretted asking as everyone shouted their drink orders to him.

"Right, now that we are all here," Tommy began as Michael took his seat, "as you know, we," he motioned to you, himself and back to you again, "will be going to London for a couple days."

"Why?" interrupted Arthur.

"Shut the fuck up and I'll tell you," Tommy responded, "I have a business deal to take care of," he paused, "with Alfie Solomons." He stopped talking and waited for the interruptions of his family to tell him this was a bad idea. You didn't know much about Alfie Solomons, but what you did know, was that nothing good came from doing business with him.

The table stayed silent until Tommy opened his mouth to continue.

"Are you fucking joking?" Polly questioned.

"No, Pol, I'm serious."

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

No, that's why I'm not going alone." Tommy motioned to you. Polly's anger was bubbling up to the surface as Tommy remained calm.

"Excuse me?" You interrupted, "You're only taking me because you're doing business with Alfie Solomons?"

"Yeah." Tommy shook his head slightly, in a way that suggested he didn't understand why this was even an issue.

"And you didn't think to tell me this sooner?"

"I'm telling you now, aren't I!" He began to raise his voice. There was definitely something going on with him.

"Tommy, calm down," John started, "no need to be a dick about it, you did just kind of dump this on us with no warning. I mean, do we not even get a say?"

You smiled at John, thankful he had said something to take Tommy's attention off you. The man could be so hot and cold sometimes that you often wondered why you were so enamoured by him. Standing up, you excused yourself to get another drink, leaving John and Tommy at each other's throats over this business.

***

"Are you alright?" you heard Polly's voice behind you. She had followed you to the bar, knowing how it made you feel when Tommy snapped like he had just then.

"Yeah," the bartender looked in your direction, you raised two fingers and before you had even brought your hand back down to the bar, there were two glasses of Whiskey in front of you. You pushed one of them towards Polly, picked the other up and threw it down your neck, motioning to the bartender for two more. "I just wish he'd told me, you know."

Polly mimicked your action and swallowed down her glass. The two of you stood at the bar for a few more moments.

"You know what Tommy is like," Polly said, "he doesn't always consider other people before he makes these decisions."

"What if I didn't want to go, though?" You asked, "What would he have done then, gone down on his own? Or do you think he knew that I would drop everything for him?" You ran your hand through your hair and let out a groan.

"I think he hoped you would," Polly responded after a moment. "He hoped you would because he would for you."

You looked at her in confusion.

"Oh please, as if you hadn't noticed!" She jested.

The confusion on your face grew.

"Oh my god, you don't know?"

"Know what, what are you on about Polly?" You instinctively raised an eyebrow.

"Did you really think you were the only one who came to me when you were teenagers? Admittedly you were the first but Tommy followed soon after." She glared at you, your jaw was about ready to hit the floor.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"If you think what I'm saying is that Tommy is in love with you, then yes, I am."

You picked up your drink and walked back to the table, Polly close behind you.

"You alright?" Tommy asked, looking at you as you sat down.

"Yeah, I'm..." you paused, trying to think of the words, "I'm fine, just tired I think."

"Want me to drive you home?" He asked, placing his hand on your arm.

You thought about it for a moment, normally you would accept, but given everything Polly had just said you needed to think. "No, it's alright, I'll walk." You smiled.

"Okay, well at least let me walk you out?"

"Yeah, okay" you answered, standing up and folding your jacket over your arm.

"See you when you get back from London." Polly smiled as she stood up to hug you goodbye.

As you walked around the other side to hug the rest of the family, you came to Michael next. "Stay safe, see you soon," he hugged you tightly.

"Yeah, see you when you get back," Arthur was the next to hug you.

Finally, you came to John, "If it doesn't feel right, call me, okay?" John whispered into your ear as he hugged you the tightest of all.

"Yeah," you whispered back, "I'm sure it'll all be fine though."

He pulled back from the hug, placed his hands on your shoulders and smiled at you.

"Come on then," Tommy hurried you, you took his arm as he walked you to the door. "Now are you sure you don't want a lift?" He stopped walking to light a cigarette once you had exited the building.

"Yeah, honestly it's fine."

"Okay, well let me know when you're home okay?"

You nodded, "See you in the morning, Tommy."

"See you tomorrow," he smiled, as he hugged you himself. Cigarette between his lips so he could hold you as close to him as possible.

He eventually let go after what felt like a ten-minute hug. You turned to walk away, glancing over your shoulder multiple times, knowing he was watching you walk away.

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pebblysand · 2 years

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[THOUGHTS ON PEAKY BLINDERS, EPISODE 6 - SERIES 6, “LOCK AND KEY”]

i was halfway through typing a whole post about this episode but then tumblr closed the page and didn't save the draft - i'm furious and cannot be arsed to retype everything, so here are my very summarised thoughts, in absolutely no logical order, lol:

loved the reference to battleship potemkin/the untouchables with the woman and her kids in the middle of the shooting, and how our boys waited for her to leave

i think the reason why we all loved this episode so much was because it respected the contract we all signed when we started watching peaky blinders: amazing quotes that should sound cliche but somehow don't, general grandeur of acting and directing that should take you out of the episode but somehow in this show it works, and eleventh hour turnarounds that we all know are absolutely unrealistic and yet are part of the universe. this episode just won at being what this whole season should have been.

i refuse to fuck on tory benches 😭

i cried during that scene between arthur and tommy. their relationship could be the topic of a dissertation. i think they're a fantastic example of how 1) toxic doesn't mean loveless and 2) you can have a million things happen in a relationship, and still it never really changes

in that scene btw, i thought one of the most interesting quotes was when tommy says that "instead of me, there will be money. because that is what i am!" there is such loneliness in that, and in a way, that loneliness isn't disproven because even through everything, it's still tommy who provides comfort to arthur, not the other way around, even if tommy is the one dying. he's the protector and the provider, but in the end, he's terribly alone and doesn't have much of his own support network.

alfie has a wife which was surprising. also, come on, alfie, you do care.

why was tommy having all of these flashbacks and seizures though???

stephen knight is the best tv writer of his generation and i will accept no arguments to the contrary.

he took johnny dogs out of his caravan and all the way to canada, poor johnny.

bye bye michael. you will (not) be missed.

the ira thread and the billy thread were a bit disappointing overall but i felt the resolution was decent and 1), they did avenge polly, and 2), i feel like they did their best with the cards they were dealt with covid + helen mccrory. i did love both shootouts, though, and the line about arthur still being in france broke my heart.

generally, i feel like ruby's death would have been a great plot, had helen not also died. i understand that ruby's death was the original plot pre-covid, and i am assuming that what happened was that sk had this vision of the last scene with ruby running towards tommy. so, they needed to keep that plotline even after killing polly, because ruby needed to be dead for that last scene to happen. but, i think they underestimated how dark the whole series would feel with the two deaths, especially when we all knew one of them was also an irl death. i don't think this ruined the show or the experience for me, but i do think scenaristically, it was probably the one mistake they made this year.

maybe this is me reading too much into this but i loved how when tommy is about to die, he takes his jewellery off. he did in s2 when he really thought he was going to die, but didn't in s5, and i think that's very significant.

the eleventh hour, the armistice on 11/11. i just. brilliant, that man is. absolutely fucking brilliant.

(as a side note on the eleventh hour and to my point on the "contract" above, i loved how this moment was almost breaking the fourth wall saying: 'we know this deus es machina, but this is a show where deus es machina is part of the contract, and that's why it works.' and it did work. but i loved the onscreen acknowledgement of almost "here, we got you, again!")

i do wonder though why would mosley risk inviting him to the wedding if he knew the doctor was going to be there?

looking back, it felt like mosley and diana didn't really have a plot of their own in this series. they were just there to serve the whole tommy plot.

finally: yes, white horses, black horses. we get it, it's obvious. and yet, don't we fucking love it!

so, anyway, this wraps up this season, which i will undoubtedly rewatch once it hits netflix, and which i have to admit, i really loved, despite its flaws. it was an amazing conclusion to what will remain, to me, the best show of the past decade, and the show of my 20s. see you in 2024 for the movie, about ww2, presumably.

love,

pebblysand.

#peaky blinders #episode 6 #series 6 #spoilers #lock and key

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sopxhiea · 3 years

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Lush

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: The ropes are tied on both ends after their last meeting and the infamous wild girl keeps tugging at them, until a sliver of vulnerability seeps through and Alfie sees her for who she is.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Am I in trouble?”

“You play so hard to get...Will I ever catch you?”

The marble walls are cold. It’s sometime in december, hard to tell since the days seem to be morphing into each other as the clock ticks. The sun no longer shows, and it’s faint when it does. One sound from the large clock on the hallway and it’s the end of the week, the passing of time seems to escape the months.

Although no one seems to care as they dance through the night.

It was put somewhere in the calendar by Annabelle, and you vaguely remember the fading lines of your uncle’s smile as he told you he’d be getting married soon. It was hard to care, even harder to remember why you were standing there, in the corner of the lavish room while the music boomed through the fancy building.

There were many things to be said, but you’d keep them to yourself for the day.

The bride was a sham, you could tell from the way she didn’t even smile at your uncle. He was somewhat of a rich guy, although you hadn’t experienced any of the said money since he happened to be greedy guy who just wouldn’t share what he reclaimed to be his.

Much to your luck, you had no interest in his money or any of his property but the new bride couldn’t disagree more. Annabelle had sent you off an hour before the event started and it was school policy to get in before midnight but you never did, even when it wasn’t someone’s wedding and just a tuesday night.

She’s not supposed to tell anyone of your whereabouts but a little green bill and Annabelle turns into a song bird.

You smile at the guests as they dance, hand in hand as the slow song fills the air. It’s rather strange seeing you like this, some think. You’re usually the source of trouble, the one causing the mess and not the quiet girl you’ve been since the wedding started but you figure you owe your uncle that even though he had forcefully sent you to a boarding school and didn’t send you anything on your birthday.

You don’t hold grudges, you say to yourself.

With the strange passage of time, sometimes you can’t quite pinpoint where the reality starts and the dreams end but you know he’s real. The way he tries to play your little game, where most of the men either failed or simply gave up. He’s been holding up his end, you conclude, after almost a month of spontaneous visits.

Alfie, is his name.

You don’t call him that, although he insists but you enjoy the way his scruff covered face reddens way too much to do things the proper way. You hadn’t even kissed him yet, but he still came back for more. He was easily riled up by you and hated Annabelle and sou you figured, you wouldn’t drop this one.

It was easy, to get tired of men and it happened almost naturally for you. The first stages were far more than exciting, when you didn’t know anything about the bloke’s life or boring job he had but soon after that, reality would set in and you’d realise that the bloke you had your hands on was just another boring rich boy who was too good for you in his family’s eyes.

But not him, Alfie had proved to be quite the opposite.

There was blood on his hands and a weight that came with it, it was evident in the way he walked and spoke, he didn’t just do things out of spite like the young lads did. You didn’t even know how old he was, only that he was close to being twice your age as Ollie had told you one time without giving away too much but that didn’t bother you.

It bothered Annabelle, though. You could see it in her eyes.

Being the infamous wild lady had its perks and one of them was the way you had access to direct information on the town’s social climate. Sometimes it was a bitter, snotty girl telling you her best friend had gotten married to a bloke from Birmingham or the drunk lad you were dancing in the club speaking to you about the new club that was opening soon. It came in many forms but the most important part was that it was the voice of the youth around.

Apparently, Alfie’s gangster nature and piercing eyes had made him an attraction of sorts for the younger ladies. No one would say it except some of the girls you knew who worked in the brothel he had visited many times before. There was a line, the girl had told you under the dim light of the entrance, a line made of posh girls who wanted Alfie to fuck their brains out for the thrill of it.

It had almost made you smile.

You didn’t look down on any of the girls for the thoughts they were having, if anything you agreed but Alfie wasn’t just a bloke who lived around the corner from their posh apartments, you knew. He was in a dangerous line of business and very capable of snapping your neck in two if he wished to. It was thrilling, you would give the girls that, but he would need a lot of warming up to be the consistency you wanted him to be.

And that had been in the works, for the past month.

He was the one who came around, the one to seek you out and that put you in the higher hand when compared to him. You could say no, you wouldn’t but you could and Annabelle would just have to shoo him away with a regretful smile. There were a dozen girls worth half the trouble you were causing him but he liked the trouble, he had signed up for it when he brought you home the first night.

He and you had talked, answering all the questions this time but with a couple white lies here and there. You’d told him about your greedy uncle and about the paintings and he told you about his past and how he came to be the person he was. You’d lied to him when he’d asked you about the number of the guys you’d fucked and you’d amplified and multiplied it. He had just nodded and raised his eyebrows.

He’d lied,too, but you’d caught it.

He lied about before the war and the lost love he had but you saw it in his eyes. He lied about his family when you asked and also about what he did, at least some of the lines of business he was involved in but you didn’t push. He hadn’t shot you after pressing all his buttons and you didn’t have a death wish before solving the puzzle of Alfie Solomons.

You soon find yourself leaning against the exterior wall of the building, on the outside towards the street where there’s no one but you and a couple people walking by. The air is cold but you don’t seem to mind it after borrowing the bride’s fur coat, which she had no idea about as she danced inside. You’d return it when you went back inside but it felt warm against your skin and the material was pleasant.

Alfie thought you looked fucking beautiful.

Annabelle wasn’t supposed to give information about your whereabouts but all he had to was to shoot her an annoyed look and she would tremble under his piercing gaze. Her uncle’s wedding, she had said, she wasn’t so happy about it since the bride is just a little older than she is but she’s gone. Alfie had listened and furrowed his eyebrows before shouting at Ollie to drive to where the wedding was taking place.

And there you were, with rosy cheeks leaning against the cold wall of the building.

He didn’t know why he was there, he didn’t ask himself since he was afraid of the answer. He had felt something similar before, not quite the same but he recalled the pretty lass who’d managed to make his chest feel too tight for his heart.

He wouldn’t say it though, not to himself or anyone else.

He cleared his throat while you kept staring at your shoes. They were new, bought just of the occasion but they were damn uncomfortable so before he could utter a word. he saw you lean down and take the kitten heels off of your feet and step on the cold pavement of the ground. He chuckled in surprise which made you look up, he wondered where all of the hours of etiquette class had gone but he wasn’t complaining.

“Mr. Solomons.” you spoke in a breathy voice, a little less chirpy or seductive compared to usual and he saw it in your eyes too but you were far too quick to cover it all up before he could comment on it.

“‘ello, lass.” he spoke in his usual gruff voice and watched your pretty features scrunch up and stare up at him.

“It seems as though you always end up finding me.” you spoke, genuine suspicion in your voice and you continued with a smirk Alfie knew well. He was glad he had told Ollie to stay put in the car and was the only one to see you beaming up at him. “Are you having me followed?” you chuckled at the end of your sentence and he smiled at your words.

He wasn’t, not intentionally anyway.

If he had been, you would’ve noticed. You snuck out nearly every night from the school and almost never got caught. Annabelle would hear things the next day if she was lucky but you knew the way the city worked, if someone had followed you, you would know.

“What brings you to this hellhole, then?” you spat out and saw the discontent in his eyes before he covered it up.

He was almost as good as you in this game, almost.

“Just lookin’ to see the lass.” he spoke, eyes boring into yours as you stood in front of him, looking up since the man was twice as tall as you.

“Hm.” you nodded, looking at the familiar black car and then him. You knew Ollie was in there watching you and Alfie never just came to see you and leave, he was going to take you someplace like he usually did.

“’t’s not fuckin’ fun in there?” he spoke, signalling the large doors that opened up to where the wedding was taking place.

You smiled first and chuckled while you did so, it wasn’t the usual one but he’d take it. Looking at him through fluttered eyelashes, you spoke in a sweet voice that made him stay up all night dreaming of you.

“It’s not my cup of tea, Mr. Solomons.” you said in a breathy voice and he watched, just looked at you for a while.

“Ya’ wanna get out of ‘ere, lass?” he said, meeting your doubtful eyes which were often filled with nothing but trouble and he found that somewhere in there too but it wasn’t as obvious as the last time he’d seen you.

“Am I in trouble?” you spoke through a wicked smile, one Alfie knew well. Maybe too well for his own good, he thought.

“No, lass..” he spoke with a low grin, you could see the amusement seeping off of him. “You, yeah, are the fuckin’ trouble if ya’ ask me.” he spoke through his teeth and earned a wide smirk from you.

You were that, and both of you knew it.

“Well..”you spoke, clutching tighter to your new aunt’s coat as Alfie watched you through glassy eyes. “It’s a shame I didn’t ask.” you said with a lighter tone and it caused Alfie to chuckle loudly, which only made the corners of your lips twitch up in reaction.

You played the game too well.

“Where are you planning on taking me this time?” you spoke in a sweet voice, he saw you regain your usual attitude slowly after the laugh and he was glad it was coming back. He needed it to come back, even if he wasn’t able to admit that to himself yet.

He just shot you a smile and walked away after that, towards the big car where Ollie had been waiting for a while. You followed him, no questions asked or no feeling of fear in the pit of your stomach.

It took two to play this game and you had the upper hand, you always did.

----

It came as a shock to him.

The yards of soil coated in grass were now getting ready for the sunset. There were a few animals here and there, a horse and a group of cows that were nowhere near where Alfie was standing or the sign he’d told you to shoot. Ollie was left in the factory, Alfie had driven you all the way to the suburbs on his own and you felt like that wasn’t very boss-like but it didn’t matter.

“I know how to shoot.”

Your words echoed in his mind for a second.

You were half his age and size, he was sure you had been home-schooled or whatever the rich kids did. The posh people Alfie knew didn’t let their daughters within a one-mile radius of someone who had the possibility of carrying a gun let alone actually teach them.

“You fuckin’ what?” he spoke, a look of surprise coming over him which only made you smile at his expression in return.

Of course you knew how to shoot.

You were an expert at sneaking out and making trouble but that came at a price. Men liked to look at how pretty you looked while you danced but some wanted to touch as well, that’s when self defence became a priority. You could punch them or kick them in the nuts but some were strong so a pistol worked, or the small knife attached to your bra but you wouldn’t tell Alfie that.

“You really need to get your ears checked.” you said, visibly annoyed since he had done the same exact thing the last time he’d seen you. He scoffed at first and then walked over to you, slowly and you just watched.

You didn’t know who was the lion and who was the prey anymore. Not when you had a knife strapped to your bra and a gun in your hands.

“Where the fuck did ya’ learn how to shoot? A lass your age?” he said and you realised he was talking to himself and not you. You let him mumble away for a few seconds before stepping up and speaking.

“Well, It seems as though I’m old enough for you to come looking for me every damn week so I assume I’m not too young....” you said, still pissed at his comments about your age. He had no problem fucking you with his eyes but brought it up when it had to do with a gun. “...and I learned on my own. For protection.”

He looked at you, from head to toe and nodded as his hands ran through his beard. The sun was slowly setting and the speckles of light caught his skin and beard, illuminating him in a way that you’d only seen in renaissance paintings before. You gulped but composed yourself quickly, you could show no weakness.

“I ain’t comin’ to look for ya’ every fuckin’ week.” he said and you smiled. Out of all the things you had said, he got stuck on the one thing.

“Why is Annabelle giving me so much trouble about your unannounced visits then?” you said, in a heartbeat and he smiled at you, just smiled for a solid second before turning away. You were quick to answer your question since you had found out that Alfie wasn’t a fan of doing that.

“Either she wants to fuck you or is genuinely annoyed.” you spat and he turned in one swift motion, facing you again with the ghost of a smirk you’d seen earlier.

“Eh?” he made a sound of encouragement mixed with confusion. Alfie was used to you being so forward but every now and then, it still caught him off guard.

You nodded as a way to confirm the first assumption and spoke again, you were walking next to him as he slowly moved towards the target he had told you to shoot. You looked too comfortable with a gun in your hand, he thought as he watched your lips move.

“You tell me which one, although I have a pretty good idea.” you spoke through a fit of giggles and he watched your features change under the afternoon light.

He was utterly fucked.

“Ain’t she a fuckin’ old maid?” he voiced his opinion and earned a sweet smile from you. You nodded again, a bit quicker this time and fought a fiddle of giggles before speaking.

“She is.” you licked your lips and spoke as Alfie stared at you under the setting sun.

Your hair was all over the place, cheeks red due to the cold weather and he wanted to kiss your nose, warm you up but the game was still on so he composed himself, settled for the inappropriate dreams he’d been having for the past month since you’d been in his house.

“She’s about your age, I think.” you spat out without looking at him and he made a hurt noise, his way of saying that he was offended but the shocked face turned into a small smirk as he spoke, hand tugging at his beard like it usually was and for a moment, your eyes got stuck on his golden rings.

“I ain’t as old as you fuckin’ think I am, lass.” he spoke and you smiled at him. You knew he was significantly older but neither of you had voiced it before but you didn’t think it mattered. He could be as old as he wanted but he’d still be the only person who was able to keep up with you.

“And I’m not as young as you think I am, Mr. Solomons.” you spoke under your breath, eyes at your shoes as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He wasn’t dangerously close but the warmth of his skin spread through yours.

He waited for a moment, looked at the delicate features of your face as you offered him a gentle smile, contrasting the cold air around. He knew you were older, you just looked younger and it didn’t bother him. If anything, he figured it was perfect since he appeared to be older than he was.

The game was fun, he would admit. Like a breath of fresh air in the dull life he seemed to lead, although you would speak to differ since every act that came from the man was everything but boring. You licked your lips, ready to answer any question thrown your way with a bit of sass you carried around with you. He couldn’t figure you out for the life of him, it drove him mad to think about you yet it seemed to be all he was capable of doing those days.

“Ya’ play so hard to get...Will I ever catch ya’?” he sounded confused, convinced that it would never happen somehow but you would slow down at some point, he just didn’t know it.

Men liked chasing girls dressed in pretty lace and with bright, beaming eyes. You were that girl, had been chased by many but you’d never found it in yourself to stop and look back, none were interesting enough to do that. They wanted superficial things, a fuck or a dance or maybe the thrill of being with a girl every cockney banged on about but there was nothing real in those kind of relationships.

But you figured, since Alfie was proving to be nothing like those men, you’d slow down just a little.

Not now though, but sometime in the future.

“Maybe If your sciatica gets better, you might have a decent shot at it, Mr. Solomons.” you spoke through a beaming smile and the words and the redness on your nose caused Alfie to laugh. He still wanted to kiss you, he realised.

“‘s Alfie, luv.” he reminded for the countless time, but he knew it was useless. He liked the way you said it anyway, much better than anyone he’s heard.

“Sure it is.” you spoke through a half-hearted giggle and started walking towards the car.

He had brought you here to teach you how to shoot but you knew how to do it already, he felt an ease in his gut knowing that. Men around London were dangerous and although he’d speak to differ that you were more lethal than any man he’d seen, a woman could never be too careful. He knew.

He watched you get in the car without the usual help from Ollie, realised something along the way. If he were honest with himself, he had realised it some time ago but he wouldn’t admit to it, took all the fun in his eyes. He smiled at you before looking at the sunset one last time.

The thrill of this would pass but Alfie was sure it would leave a sweet aftertaste. The days were short now, the time washed over the clock like an unexpected tidal wave from a once calm sea. There was a siren calling out to him, enticing him with her words each time she spoke but the siren had no intention of killing him in a cruel way. She was too soft for that, although many saw her as a killer trap.

The siren was you, and you were so beautiful under the sunset as you waved at him from the car.

I might die, he thought. I might die and it would be because of her, he said to himself as he looked at your smile. He soon concluded that he didn’t mind that at all. He would prefer it to the slow bleeding of a knife wound or the quick and efficient house of a bullet in between his blue orbs.

That was how it started, with the handsome sailor ignoring all the warnings.

The amateurs didn’t see the warnings before the siren engulfed them, ate them whole and left no trace. The beginners would be fooled quickly but no, Alfie wasn’t new to this. He knew that the captains went to the sirens on purpose, not because they were fooled but because the siren was a new source of hope in a different world.

And the times had changed.

“Silly girl.” Alfie mumbled to himself after getting into the car. You were sitting quietly next to him, in an unusual manner where you were almost sulking.

You realised, once you sat in the car and gazed out the window to see the now fading orange sky, that until that very point it had always been Alfie who would seek you out. He’d mostly paid you unannounced visits at the school but sometimes, he’d catch you during your weekly shopping trips or even the library. Never during the nights when you’d sneak out to go dancing in the pubs.

Although he knew all about it, you knew the faces of his men by this point. The man who’d follow you in and out of school.

So you decided that it was time for a simple yet revolting change. You’d invite him out this time, in a less more proper manner than he had.

You had it all planned out and he had no idea. You let him drive you to the school, commenting on how boring his old man stories were and he just chuckled and mumbled something under his breath. You let him drop you off, a gentle kiss on your cheek and the cold feel of his rings against your hand as he whispered in your ear, “I’ll see you soon, luv.”. You waved at him as he left.

He had no idea of the hurricane that was about to hit him.

So you got ready, lace all over your body in a sheer dress. You wore your favourite kitten heels and just a simple lip just how Alfie liked it. It was time for a little play, something to tip his interest further. It wasn’t like you’d lost it but men were very easily distracted. So you’d created a masterplan to remedy the problem you thought you had. Your hair was let down, tickling your shoulders as you swayed your hips in the fur coat that had belonged to the new bride in your family but the wedding was long forgotten.

You wouldn’t fuck him, you didn’t think.

Or maybe you would, you said to yourself as you approached his large house. The nerves were near but so was he and you had no intentions of fucking this up. He was an interesting one, one worth keeping and you would make sure of it.

Nine pm. The air cold around your shoulders as a smile graced your lips. You were supposed to be in the tea room, blocks away from where you were standing in front of a stranger’s door.

Well, not so much of a stranger anymore.

One knock, and then another.

His voice filled the other side of the door, a smile graced your lips and you braced yourself for the night, for the look of surprise that would surely be cast on his handsome features.

One inhale, one genuine smile and the swift motion of the door opening.

There he was, your handsome stranger.

And you’d kiss him that night.

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a/n: They will kiss soon and do more stuff :) so stay tuned pls and lemme know if you liked the chapter!! This somehow ended up being a slow-burn type of thing but oh well :)

and happy new year, dear ones! I hope it’s a good year for all!

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Hi!! MW+Alfie anon here again! Now I'm curious to hear more about your Assassin's Creed OCs, if you have any lore to share about them yet <3

I do!!! Thank you so much for asking!!! And welcome back, I hope you’re doing awesone, anon! I am sooooo sorry this is so long. I used this as an excuse to kind of get their main storyline outlined and it...was a lot more than I first intended. Please do not feel pressured to read through all of it, I swear this feels more like an essay than anything. Its just that a lot happens and this is honestly the most summarized I can get it without sacrificing crucial information. Its also not edited, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. Under the cut, love!!!

Callista of Sparta

Callista is actually descended from Menelaus and Helen (before she runs off with Paris) through their daughter Hermione, who married Achilles' son Neoptolemus. And when Neoptolemus tried to take revenge on Apollo for his father's death, he died and Hermione went off and married Agememnon's son (which is her cousin, but that's not the point). Before that happened, Hermione and Neoptolemus had a child, and Apollo was actually so impressed with Neoptolemus' attempt that he blessed the bloodline, meaning that Callista comes from a bloodline touched by not only Aphrodite, but Apollo as well. And these are stories that her mother and father told her when she was young.

When Callista was born, her parents swore that they were blessed by the gods themselves for giving them such a beautiful daughter, and they wanted it to where she would stay perfect and pure forever, so they protected and sheltered her with hopes that she could work at a temple or work alongside a priestess instead of being married and having children. At least, at first. Unbeknownst to them, however, the Cult of Kosmos decided to wipe out the entire bloodline of Agememnon, which included Callista and her parents. One night, her home was attacked by mercenaries hired or following the Cult, and her mother gave Callista the dagger her father gave her mother for their wedding gift, and told her to run. The incident was brushed off as a bear attack that happened while the family was on an outing and eating together, but everyone knew better and were too scared to say much of anything. So they didn't question the story and wrote the daughter off as dead, while Callista hid. After that, she lived on the streets of cities or villages, staying in caves or old ruins as she traveled to try and find a new home as she kept the dagger, the last thing she had of her parents, close. There were multiple times where she had to defend herself and she had to teach herself to hunt for food when begging and stealing was not an option.

Eventually, she finds herself in Korinth, where she gains the attention of Anthousa, and the woman took her in. Offering her a place to stay and food to eat, Callista promised herself that she would stay by Anthousa's side, and as she learned about the hetaerae, she believed that unlike the other gods, Aphrodite and Apollo hadn't abandoned her. Seeing it as a sign from Aphrodite herself that she was there and found by the beautiful woman she will grow to view as an older sister. Callista was sent to Kythra to learn to worship Aphrodite properly, working close with the priestess along with the twins Eritha and Diona. By the time Callista was of age and was ready to return to Korinth, her and Eritha were best friends and swore to stay in touch. Over time, Callista becomes one of the more renowned hetaerae that even the leader of Korinth is smitten with, and it goes as far as him gifting her a leopard cub to show is favor for her.

Years later, as war is about to spark between Sparta and Athens, Korinth develops a problem through The Monger--a criminal who takes control over the city and looks to either run the hetaerae out of the city or take control over them. Callista, who has found family with her fellow hetaerae sisters, is extremely concerned for it, and refusing to lose another family to bad people, she takes things into her own hands. She begins to poison the Monger's men whenever the opportunity rises, doing her best to keep innocent people safe. Though after a while, the Monger takes notice, but at this time, Brasidas and his Spartan soldiers show up in Korinth, eager to establish an alliance with the city's leader.

As this happens, Nyx from the Cult of Kosmos is informed by Diona of Callista, offering the woman a way to manipulate her way into Korinth. Nyx leaves Athens to pay Callista a visit and then whispers lies and mistruths to her in order to fuel an already uneasy feeling Callista held for soldiers and directing it towards Brasidas himself. Even though Nyx was the one that ordered the Agememnon bloodline to be taken out, she has no idea who Callista really is, and its information that one of her spies later comes to find. But Callista doesn't trust either party, but when Brasidas starts asking and seeking for Anthousa, Callista decides that she will have to kill him. She can't poison him because that would take time in trying to seduce him and Callista can't risk that going wrong, and she also doesn't want to risk something happening to her sisters before she succeeds. So she takes her dagger and tries to sneak in to kill him while he sleeps, but of course, he's a light sleeper and things don't go according to plan.

Callista runs from Brasidas after cutting the side of his cheek only to find herself in an altercation with more of the Monger's men. Brasidas saves her before they can take her, and they strike up the deal of working together to take down the Monger and he'll let her live. She agrees but she's still very wary of him. Whispers from the Cult continue to reach her ears, and they try to twist her in doing their bidding. They want Callista to insist on a public death to spark anarchy so they can easily gain control during a vulnerable time, but she unexpectedly sides with Brasidas. Over the two years of him being in Korinth, they grow very close and actually fall in love. When Kassandra makes it to Korinth, Callista is finally taken by the Monger and stashed in the warehouse. Kassandra carries her out to save her and Brasidas shows up to help Kassandra fight as the warehouse burns. He asks after Callista and is relieved to hear she's safe. Callista provides support while Brasidas, Anthousa, and Kassandra work together to take down the Monger.

After Korinth is freed, Brasidas has to return to Sparta and he asks Callista to go with him. But after all the years of having to deal with the Cultists whispering in her ear, she's still not sure. Nyx was killed by Kassandra's hand, but Callista found out what the Cult's spies were trying to do to her, and she killed them before they could twist her mind any further. One of those spies happened to be Sotera, who actually found out about Callista's bloodline while she was in Korinth, and Nyx was searching for her to punish her for keeping it from her. Callista beat her to the punch when Sotera misspoke, tipping Callista off as to what was really happening. On top of that, Callista doesn't feel fit to be a wife. She's a worshipper of Aphrodite, not Hera or Hestia. She feels lacking, so Brasidas returns to Sparta alone while Callista takes time and travels back with to Kythera with Kassandra. She helps Kassandra uncover Diona as a traitor and the one that helped manipulate Callista. After she's killed, Callista confides in Eritha about her fears and insecurities about Brasidas. Eritha reassures her that while yes, Hestia and Hera are the main goddess to worship for home and marriage, the foundation of it is love, and that Callista will be fine.

Callista shows up in Sparta where Brasidas is more than pleased to see her (and yes, he does the "Sparta has missed you!" in that excited voice he does). They run into a bit of a snag when the two kings become unsure of Callista because of her bloodline and seeing her as a threat, being potentially an heir for the throne (and many more with her bloodline, lets be honest). Most of the issue comes from Pausanias (the Cultist king), but Callista has no intention of claiming anything other than Brasidas as a husband. When that's squared away, they do marry, and when he's injured in meeting Deimos in battle, she helps nurse him back to health and she becomes pregnant with their first child. When Brasidas and Kassandra fight to take down Kleon, Brasidas is gravely injured, but doesn't die. He takes a lot of time to recover, but thankfully lives. They eventually have three children in total, and remain close friends with Kassandra, her wife (another oc of mine), and the rest of her family.

Alessandra Tazim

Alessandra is born to a Greek woman who is descended from Callista and an Assassin her mother met (who was descended from someone close to Altair) when she was in trouble during her travels. The first few years of her life, Alessandra listened to her mother's stories of myths, heroes, and their ancestors, including Callista of Sparta--though the story is more glorified than what it actually was, but most Greek myths are. Her mother helped teach her different languages, including Greek, Latin, and Turkish. Her mother had a huge hand in Alessandra wanting to travel and see the world. Unfortunately, her mother was taken and killed by Templars to get to her father.

A few years later, her father remarried, and a bit later Alessandra was blessed with a little brother, Yusuf. At this point, Alessandra was aware of the Assassin’s way of life, and was under training with her father and another man named Ishak Pasha. When she’s 15, Alessandra began her travels that her father encouraged, providing aid to other Assassins while also learning from them. Two years after the start of her travels, her father falls leaving just her stepmother and younger brother behind. After the fall of her father, Alessandra returns to Constantinople where her stepmother and brother settled, and is 17 years old; at this point she’s rather proficient in her Assassin skills and decently well-rounded and even offers support to Ishak in taking down Vlad Tepes. Nalan (her stepmother) worked hard as a pastry cook to help provide with Yusuf being the delivery boy, all while Alessandra did what she could to help Ishak keep the people of the city safe, often trying to discourage Yusuf from running around and climbing on the streets, wanting him to choose something different than the Assassin life out of fear for losing him like they did their father. Nalan couldn’t help but compare young Yusuf to their father, however, and that only made him do it more, him learning to steal to help contribute.

Not long after her return, she catches the attention of a young suitor, one that had future intentions of proposing. It never came to be, however, as Alessandra saved an older mother who held her young daughter while being robbed. The woman turned out to be married to an Italian noble that was aware of the Assassins’ fight, and was an old friend of Giovanni Auditore da Firenze. Word was sent to Giovanni, and he reached out to Alessandra with the intent of proposing an arranged marriage between her and his eldest since both had strong Assassin heritage, hoping that it would then be a strong partnership, and later result in the passing the torch down to their own children. Alessandra agreed.

She spent the net year learning to act as a noble as fast as she could considering that she didn’t exactly come from noble blood. Giovanni brushed her worries aside when it was mentioned, however, and he even sent money to try and help offset the loss to her stepmother and brother for her leaving them behind, claiming that it was fitting considering the history of their own family name. Alessandra hadn’t known at the time that the Auditore’s weren’t really from noble blood, but she just took him at his word and learned to fit into society the best she could. Her and Federico wrote to each other often, becoming fast friends. When they first meet face to face, Federico is deeply amused due to the fact that her Italian was perfect on paper, but it was a bit...off when she spoke it. So he tried to help her adjust as Giovanni settled her in Firenze before the big announcement.

Alessandra wasn’t in Firenze long, a few days to a week (at most), before things started to go wrong. She has her first run in with Ezio the day before his big fight with Vieri de' Pazzi. She catches his eye and he watches as she leaves, Alessandra offering Federico a small smile as she goes. Federico watches in amusement as his little brother unknowingly checks watches his fiancé, only telling Ezio “careful, little brother. You could not handle that one” with a small smirk. The next night, Alessandra meets Federico at the top of a tower after he lost a race with Ezio, the older brother making a joke to his betrothed about his younger brother running off to meet a woman in the middle of the night despite his disapproval, in which Alessandra only responds saying they were truly no different. They stay out and talk as they stargaze before Alessandra takes hear leave to a nearby town to do an errand Giovanni requested of her.

By the time Alessandra returns, the Auditore family is in shambles, and after hearing word of what happened, she rushes to Piazza della Signoria in an effort to save her fiancé and his family. Alessandra was only able to save Petruccio while Giovanni and Federico were hanged, causing Ezio to yell from the crowd. While she was absolutely crushed, Alessandra kept a hold of the youngest Auditore as her and Ezio fled. Both showing up at Paola’s brothel would be the first time they exchange words. Ezio is far too angry to truly comprehend who or what she is, so she just allows Paola to teach Ezio to blend in and steal, also suggesting he fix the hidden blade. She does assist Cristina and Ezio in grabbing Giovanni and Federico’s bodies for their last rites. After they’re added to the pyre, Alessandra stands silent while Ezio proposes for Cristina to run away with him, to which she refuses, thinking of her own family. After their exchange, and equally broken-hearted Alessandra walks past and squeezes Cristina’s shoulder to offer as much comfort as she can before walking away.

Ezio began his focus on revenge, in which Alessandra offered her help by telling him upfront that she was an Assassin, expecting Ezio to be aware of his own heritage. When he is confused by that, she holds her tongue and becomes secretive, not wanting to be the one to tell him his own family’s secrets. So she offers to help teach what she can: using eagle vision, how to do the leap of faith, etc. The basics Ezio would need. She even tried to teach him to do a clean assassination (claiming that learning with straw dummies for just a few moments isn’t enough), but him being so driven by anger and revenge, he brushed her off and went after his first target--Uberto.

Alessandra helps Ezio and his family flee Florence, staying with Mario as he informs Ezio of his heritage. He offers to help train Ezio and Alessandra in swordplay, since Ezio was new to the life and Alessandra favored daggers. Over the next six months, Alessandra and Ezio establish a relationship dynamic that seems very rocky: Ezio being flirty with Alessandra shooting it down, both very confident in their own right that seems to clash more and more. Alessandra will often taunt and tease Ezio when he rolls out of haystacks ungracefully with pieces trapped in his “perfect” hair, Ezio pokes fun when he becomes better at swordplay than Alessandra and puts her on her ass, in which Alessandra answers with her daggers, and so on. Mario almost becomes exasperated at the two if it wasn’t for his constant amusement. When Ezio then denies his heritage to her (six months before he denies it to Mario), Alessandra is disappointed in his answer, and she feels he has a duty to fill, but she says nothing--believing she had no right to have a say in Auditore matters. Her mind becomes clouded with uncertainty as to where she should go from there--to go home to her family, to stay and avenge her lost fiancé, or to go somewhere else entirely.

While Ezio works to focus on his mission, Alessandra decides to travel and continue some of her work that she left behind before coming to Italy. The things Ezio is going through reminds her much of her own family and her own heritage, so she returns briefly to Constantinople, where to her horror, she sees that Yusuf was on his way to becoming more of a thief. Alessandra takes time to try and teach Yusuf what she can to ensure his safety, knowing that he would continue on no matter what she would say. Before long, Yusuf was using their father’s hookblade, following Alessandra’s instruction. She left only a bit after that, however, as she followed a calling and begins to make her way to Greece. The stories her mother and father guide her there, how there were Hidden Ones and those that were “far greater than our own comprehension”, and she follows the stars she has always been so entranced with to find her way to where Sparta used to be. Alessandra has the intention to re-establish connections from her earlier travels, starting in Greece, when she suddenly sees visions of Callista. As they grow more frequent, Alessandra follows them to where she discovers the urns of Callista and Brasidas. Its where she runs into Kassandra, and while they distrust each other at first, the Eagle Bearer warms up to her when she learns that she’s actually descended from her old friend. Kassandra tells her stories of Callista, stories that her mother hadn’t even known, which unnerves her a bit but she can’t help but listen in fascination. Eventually, Kassandra gives her the last of their belongings (a ring, necklace, and Callista’s family dagger) that she had kept safe for all those years. Then, with a new sense of clarity, Alessandra returns to Italy.

Her arrival coincides with the death of Francesco de’ Pazzi and she’s received with the sight of him hanging half naked from the very tower Ezio’s family was imprisoned. Her anger rises and she confronts Ezio about it, claiming that it is not how they do things, and to her shock, he concedes on the matter, then welcomes her back to Florence with a smirk. They’re time apart had resulted them in growing as people, which is shocking to both though neither admits it. Alessandra agrees with working alongside with Ezio, helping bring the Templars to an end in Italy and avenging his family. They’re dynamic doesn’t change much, but with Ezio being less hot-headed and Alessandra being less patronizing, it turns into something more of an unlikely friendship. The teasing and taunting still persists as Ezio flirts just to get under her skin, poking at her so-called iron clad resistance to his charm while she still laughs at his novice moments--though they grow fewer and further apart over time.

Things change between them when she follows her friend to Venice, feelings growing between them that they refuse to discuss. Alessandra becomes conflicted when she grows jealous of Ezio and Rosa flirting, and over time, she becomes angry with herself. After only being there for a few years, Ezio and Alessandra attend Carnevale di Venezia, and Ezio runs into Cristina once more (and yes, I moved the canon timeline up a bit), and their not-so-great interaction only validates that things are truly over between the two--and so he feels right in his own feelings for Alessandra. He finds her at the celebration on the arm of a noble, having charmed her way into being a plus one in order to gather information for both of them. He, almost rudely, interrupts a dance between her and her companion to cut in and dance with her himself, in which she tries hard to be sharp tongued to scold him, calling him idiota in the process. Ezio easily brushes it off by being his charming self, claiming that as a gentleman, it would be unforgiveable to not dance with such a beautiful woman. Alessandra can’t exactly tell if he’s joking or not, doing his usual bit just to get a rise out of her, but the new, intimate feeling flusters her as she tries to laugh it off. Much later, they meet on the rooftop with their mission completed, and Ezio makes a comment about missing the dress as Alessandra approaches in her usual Assassin gear. As she playfully smacks his chest, he catches it and brings it to his lips, and takes advantage of her surprise to pull her close and kiss her.

Over the ten years spent in Venice, they have at least one child (maybe more, depending on how things play out), and while Alessandra does take time to travel between Venice and Constantinople to help he brother, she mostly stays at Ezio’s side through his mission. The time is a bit of a blur (meaning I haven’t fleshed this out just yet), but when they finish their business in Rome (after returning to Florence in between), they make their way back to the villa. After the attack Cesare Borgia launched on Monteriggioni, Alessandra sends their child(ren) to Constantinople to stay with Yusuf, his wife (another oc), and their child so they can stay safe while she assists Ezio in Venice once more. There she helps Ezio by offering the connections she has made in her travels to help him build his Brotherhood, carrying out his orders by assigning and choosing Assassins to send out around the world--one she does herself in order to help her brother fight in Greece. After fighting to bring down their control over the city, Ezio and Alessandra chase after Cesare, and during their battle, Alessandra is injured. While being chased by Templars, they climb a tower, and Alessandra almost slips but Ezio reaches down to catch her, holding her hand while trying to pull her up. She cries as she smiles up at him, making a decision. Ezio catches onto the look she gives, but she pulls up quickly to give him a kiss, whispering she loves him before she pushes off...falling from the tower as Ezio screams after her.

In a rage, Ezio finishes off Cesare, then continues to search desperately for his love’s body, but comes up empty. Assuming the worst, Ezio throws himself into continuing his father’s work: finding Altair. While Ezio travels, believing the love of his life is dead and gone, Alessandra is found, barely alive, by farmers on the outskirts of the city. Eventually she becomes conscious in spare moments, whispering different names of different Assassins, trying to plead for the people to find her people so they can get her; most of the time its Ezio she calls for. Eventually La Volpe comes across her and he brings her to Claudia (Ezio’s sister), and they help to nurse her back to health the best they can. When she’s somewhat better, she asks for Ezio again, and she’s finally told that he is gone in search for Altair. Claudia insists she sent a letter to inform him, but Alessandra feels despair, knowing what her death could have done to him and blaming herself--though she did it so to not slow Ezio down in the first place. She decides to sail back to Constantinople to see her brother and his family, to tell him in person that she was alive despite the protests she received.

When she arrived in Constantinople, she had no idea that Ezio had already arrived and began his work with Yusuf. Assassins under Yusuf kept an eye on the port, and when they recognized Alessandra, they sent word to Yusuf about urgent business on the port. Yusuf, who had been in deep mourning of his lost sister, welcomed Ezio with open arms not only as the Mentor, but as a brother-in-law. And while they didn’t speak much about their loss, Yusuf decided to cope with small jabs at his friend, telling a joke regarding him getting his sister pregnant after Ezio made the comment about being “twenty years late to his wedding”, softly insinuating that he had intended to marry Alessandra. When he hears word that there is urgent news that he needs to see for himself, Yusuf assumes its an altercation with Templars, so him and Ezio leave and are fully prepared for battle.

They’re not, however, prepared for Alessandra’s arrival. And as soon as Yusuf sets his eyes on his lost sister, he exclaims wildly, slapping shoulders and smacking chests of his fellow Assassins, saying that he knew she wasn’t dead, insisting that he told them as such. Alessandra immediately made her way to her brother as he called “Andra!”, seeking to reunite with her, only for her punch his shoulder and demand what had happened to her city and why there were Templars everywhere, the two of them immediately falling into the sibling dynamic they’ve always had. Alessandra doesn’t recognize Ezio at first, as he hides in the crowd and watched in the dark robes she’s not used to, but eventually they have a moving and emotional reunion that involves tears of both parties, and extends to the rest of her family when she sees her sister-in-law and nephew. From then on, Alessandra takes it a bit slow but does what she can in assisting Ezio and Yusuf. When Yusuf is injured while protecting Sofia, Alessandra becomes overwhelmed with grief, believing he was left to bleed out as she was taken with Sofia. Ezio, enraged by the turn of events, is able to get Yusuf medical attention just in time before calling the Assassin Brothers to arms to take back what was taken. Once the struggle is over, and everyone is safe, Ezio and Alessandra leave Constantinople at the demands of the Sultan, with promises of keeping in touch with their long distant family.

#oc: callista of sparta #oc: alessandra tazim #my ocs #assassins creed #asks

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Queen of Masks ~ Alfie Solomons

Life as a woman, in any country really, isn’t the best, unless you score a jackpot with the most gentle, sweetest man and you become his housewife and agree to be some kind of baby factory and a maid, should he not have enough to provide for one, and a chef, nonetheless.

However, there are enough ambitious women who have enough spite in their veins to trample over anyone standing in their path of success, and would spit on graves and crush cadavers under their heeled boots that they wear with much pride and conviction.

That is exactly the case of Y/N, a gorgeous woman who won against all odds and became a Veterinary Physician in London, Camden, to be precise, and had to work under an older man who had a clinic - But it was fine, she got to learn loads, and interacting with animals on a daily basis was enough to keep her going and not to answer to any provocation from her male colleague who was far inferior to her, intellectually and intuitively speaking.

And one day, after tending to a gorgeous black race stallion, a tall and broad man walked in with a Bullmastiff boy who, upon seeing her, managed to snatch away his chain leash and jumped on her, trampling her to the ground and licking her all over her face.

The man jumped in shock, trying to pry away his pet from the poor woman, only to notice she was laughing and that he face was bright like the sun, as she tried to wipe away all the slobber from her face.

“I’m so sorry, aye, he’s never done somethin’ like this before. Here, let me help you up, right.” the man extended his hand for her to take, helping raise her up, then reprimanded his dog. “Don’t worry, mister, it’s quite alright. I kinda like when animals act so affectionate, it makes it feel as if I’m doing something right. What’s your name, darling? Let’s get you up on the table...Arghh...What a heavy baby...You’re gonna break every bone in my body...” the woman sweet talked the dog, struggling to hold him in her arms like a baby so she could put in on the table to examine. “He’s name’s Cyril, I got him last year. ‘S just a routine check up, but I think there’s a bump on his neck, yeah, right here.” the man explained, letting the girl palpate his dog and continuing to sweet talk him to calm him down. “Thyroid Carcinoma.” the male doctor spoke, which made the girl whip her head to him with a disturbed look. “Thyroid Cancer? Surely, you must be joking. Have you even been to Vet school?!” Y/N protested, shaking her head in protest at his sudden diagnosis. “What else could a bump in the thyroid area mean? Don’t play smart, just be humble and accept when you’re wrong.” the man rolled his eyes, not lifting his head from his papers. “First of all, even if it IS a tumour, it doesn’t HAVE to be cancer, it can still be completely harmless, thus, benign. Secondly, out of all tumours a dog can have, thyroid cancer is the least common one, the percentage going to maximum 2%. Therefore, NOT cancer! Besides, it could be hyperthyroidism, if you want to go over the top, but again, it could just be something the owner felt because something got stuck in his neck and-....Oh.” the girl then carefully touched the neck area, and smiled widely, looking down, nodding to herself. “What? You shut up ‘cause you finally realised I was right, despite your useless statistics?” the doctor grumbled in annoyance, not caring, obviously. “Wanna bet 100 pounds that it’s not cancer?” she asked, kissing Cyril’s head and playing with his floppy ears, action which made the dog bark playfully. “Ah, sorry, mister, I didn’t ask for your name and whether you find it insensitive or not for us to bet on a diagnosis.” she smiled awkwardly, extending her hand towards the bearded man who was watching the interaction carefully. “Alfie Solomons, lass, but call me just Alfie, right? So, yeah, ‘s fine, bet all you want, just make my boy better, eh?” Alfie shook the girl’s hand, seeing her cunningly going to the other doctor and spitting in her hand to shake and make the bet go through. “Okay, Alfie, you might want to step to the side a bit...If you value your shoes, that it. They look pretty new.” she chuckled softly, signing him with her head to move to the side, and so he did, as she made the dog vomit, and thus, revealing a small ball. “Oi, I can’t believe it! You stupid dog, Cyril, aye, how could you manage to swallow your own toy, yeah?!” Alfie gasped, his brows furrowing from shock. “Weirdly enough, dogs, especially big ones, are prone to swallowing little things, just like human babies are. It was small enough to just make him cough, but it’s a good thing you got him here in time.” the girl started quickly cleaning up the floor as she explained everything, as the Jew was still staring in shock at the idiocy of some animals. “Well, lass, thank you for solving the mystery, yeah, of whatever the hell this was, right. So, then, tell me how much I have to pay you for this consult, aye.” Alfie asked, which made her snap her head upwards, looking up at him, her eyes wide in shock. “No, God, no, nothing, it’s on me! I mean, if it weren’t for you...” Y/N smirked, reminding Alfie of a vixen, as she twirled around and went to snatch away the hundred pounds banknotes from her employer’s hand, who was looking at her with anger and bitterness. “I wouldn’t have been paid more than I’m paid in 3 months in just one day! It’s the least I can do to thank you...And to also see Cyril again, because I think it’s a connection. Right, Cyril? You’re such a sweet baby boy-....ARGH, GODS, NO-...!” but before the girl could compose herself, Cyril jumped on her torso, knocking her down again, coating her face in yet another sleek coat of drool from the lickings. “Damn it, Cyril, you’re impossible! Let the poor lass live, eh? I know, I know, she’s pretty, but leave her alone, alright?” after he finally managed to pry away the canine, he helped the girl up, who, once again, was laughing. “Let me make it up to you, yeah, for all the trouble this prankster’s been giving you, right. I’ve this bakery, y’know, the one nearby, so, anything you want, yeah, anything, you ask for it, you say my name, right, you say Alfie owes you a favour, and it’s all on the house, eh. How’s that.” he spoke, and he could see that her overly confident and extra demeanour shattered in an instant, making her look down, her beautiful, long hair hiding her features, as she was most likely blushing and smiling. “O-Oh, then, if that’s your bakery, means I’ve heard of you, you’re THE Alfie Solomons. Yeah, I’d love that, if you’d have me, but I told you, you don’t have to. I used you to get money worth of about 3 months, or more, so really, I should be thanking you somehow, but I don’t really have anything else to offer, other than to pay for the consult myself.” her serious, boastful voice turned very soft and shy, as fast as the flick of her fingers, as she walked him out of the clinic, so only he would hear. “Your boss there...He seemed kinda...Angry, eh. Are you gonna be fine dealing with him, lass?” he asked, bending down a bit, speaking to her tone level. “I guess. What’s the worst he can do, anyway. Besides, I care more about this conversation right now, and...About this.” she smirked softly, showing off the rolled pounds from her coat’s chest pocket. “So, Mr. Gangster, is there any specific time you’d be okay with me coming by the bakery? Maybe...Under the pretext of yet another regular check up on Cyril? Or...The smell of freshly baked cookies just captured me enough to find myself senselessly walking into the place?” she asked, diving her hands into her pockets, waiting for an answer, too timid to look him in the eye. “Ahhh, I see you’ve heard of me. Well, lass, I guess I can’t pretend to be some ordinary man, right, but maybe we can still enjoy a nice chat once in a while, eh, it would be nice, right?” the corner of Alfie’s mouth turned upwards, extending his hand for her to shake. “Y/N L/N, it’s great meeting you, Alfie. And yeah, it would be great. I’ll be seeing you around, alright? Hope I’ll see you soon and maybe we can have a nice cup of tea and anything that you’ve baked. I’m looking forward to that.” she shook his hand, smiling brightly at him, gesture which he turned. “And I’ll be seeing you as well, sweetheart.” with that, she kissed Cyril’s head once again, before waving Alfie goodbye and walking back into the clinic. “And I’ll be seeing you too...Y/N.” the gangster muttered, grinning at his dog and praising him with a few pats on his head. “Cyril, my boy, you’re my lucky charm.”

A week passed, and Y/N walked into the bakery - However, it wasn’t the front up, the bakery shop that smelled heavenly - It meant the gangster warehouse where Alfie would usually conduct his business meetings. And, of course, it was shocking to him when heard the click of heels and saw a beautiful, slender woman, dressed in high-waisted pants, with a black turtleneck tucked in her pants, beautiful brown leather boots with heels and a black trench coat that elegantly, yet imposingly hung from her shoulders, as if she was some kind of mafia Queen - Elegant, but deadly.

“Hello, Alfie. I heard you have a job around this place. Not sure what it is...Medic? Secretary? Dog-walker? Maybe you could fill me in.” she asked, her hands in her pants, fidgeting in her spot. “Where’ve you heard about this...Supposed job, eh, lass? And why’d you quit your job from the clinic, eh?” he asked, his fingers intertwining as he leaned forward, elbows rested on his desk. “Ah, well...Y’know...I got my medical license pulled, so I need a way to make money, and you’re the only one that I trusted not to treat me like garbage, so here I am. I know there’s no job, but I had to try my luck and be comedic in a way. It’s probably about the only thing I’m good at, sort of. It’s fine if you don’t want to give me a job, I mean, you can’t trust me with your business info after just speaking to me once, I can imagine, and - “ she kept on ranting, until Alfie raised both his hands in the air to calm her down and stop her speaking, before he raised to his feet, getting in front of the desk and leaning back on it. “Well, I did owe you a favour, right, so, sure, you’re hired, right, I’ll find you something. While we’re at it, can you, yeah, can you fire a gun?” he asked, with a mix of seriousness and playfulness in his voice. “Is it...In the job requirements?” she asked, looking around the place with a fake kind of curiosity. “There’s no job seeking, yeah, so, therefore, no job requirements. I was just being curious, alright, y’know, I have to know what everyone around is capable of, okay.” he explained, which made her smirk and turn on her heel to look at him. “That’s only fair. After all, now that you know that I’m particularly incapable of defending myself against people in general, you’ll just have to be extra careful to keep me safe, right, Alfie? We wouldn’t want Cyril to grieve over me, would we?” she chuckled, extending her arms to her side in a dramatic manner. “Haha, yes, lass, I s’ppose you’re right. Can you handle more than one job, eh? I can hire you as a physician, right, but we don’t always have wounded men, yeah, so, you’re a smart woman, alright, I’m sure you are very capable of reading, writing, doing calculus and other stuff that involves using your head, right, so, I don’t know what name will this job have, but, maybe an assistant of sort, eh? Ollie here helps me out a lot, yeah, but he can’t do everything, he ain’t some God, y’know.” Alfie gesticulated, pointing towards Ollie, then tried to explain to her that things are serious, and not to be taken lightly. “Guess this is gonna be the thrill of my life, huh? I’m in, Alfie. At least I can get along with you without fearing having my license pulled-...Oh, wait, I have nothing to fear about anymore.” she chuckled in a self-deprecating way, making Alfie cross his arms to his chest. “You never told me what happened. Go on, tell me. I’m sure you didn’t kill a dog, or somethin’, you’re too smart a doctor to fuck up.” his curiosity got the better of him, as he saw her turning to look at him, her eyes wide, her mouth slightly agape, and he could almost see her brain gears moving, trying to think of a witty answer. “Didn’t you say something about freshly baked goodies and tea? I bet that’s gonna be a much more...Hospitable way of chatting with your new employee, wouldn’t it? Or better said, friendlier? I mean, this place is so...Ugly and humid...Only good for gangster business. The echo here, if you shout, can intimidate anyone, I’m sure. Come on, show me the actual bakery...And you better have a gramophone. I like music.” she smiled up at him, hooking her arm to his, pulling him in a random direction to urge him to guide her to the bakery, where the beautiful smell of bread and cookies mesmerised her, and she playfully swooned in her chair. “I see you’re enjoying this place very much, eh. Well, can’t say I expected you coming today, so I didn’t bake them myself, yeah, but I’ll make it up to you. Sure you want tea and not rum or somethin’?” Alfie asked, a bit awkward staying at the cute little table, with a cute, little cup of tea in his bear-like hands. “Yes, I’m quite sure, Alfie. But it’s fine, you don’t have to drink what I’m drinking, I won’t think of you any differently. In your home, you do as you please.” she chuckled at him, watching as he nodded solemnly, only to down that tea in one go, small droplets of liquid embedding themselves in his beard. “Right, right, I understand, y’er a people pleaser, you want everyone to like you, unless it goes against whatever scheme you have. You’re smart, alright. Very smart, and you’ve sharp eyes, and are cunning. I need someone like you around, yeah. But tell me, how’d you manage to lose your dream job in a week?” Alfie asked, extending his hand to gently grab her chin, pulling it so he could peer right into her gorgeous, vixen-like eyes. “Remember the bet I did when you came around with Cyril? Well, apparently that jerk got mad at me for, to quote, steal his money, so he filed a malpractice lawsuit to get his money back, 5 times more, and pulled away my license, to get revenge on me for humiliating him in front of a customer...Allegedly. Very petty, I know, but, as they say...C’est la vie. Not much to do about it, really. Now I’m seen as a con-artist thief who kills animals, so I have no way of getting a job anywhere anymore, hence why I’m here. Lovely, innit?” she snorted as she took a bit of the cookie, closing her eyes to savour it’s flavour. “And now, I think I died and went to heaven, ‘cause this is the best thing I’ve eaten in my life.” “You’re so hired, lass. Did ya pay the 500 pounds?” he asked, propping his jaw on his hand. “Yeah, thankfully. And by that, I mean I to sell my apartment so now I’m using my saving to stay at a cheap hotel, but, y’know, life’s life. At least I know I won and I was right. Maybe if I had the right connections, I could have won 10 times what I lost...But what do I know. I don’t really know how non-legal things go by.” she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her head in a playfully guilty manner. “Y’know, Y/N...I think we can solve that fairly quick, yeah. Tell me the name, and I’ll make sure things are sold. In the meantime, I’ve a nice, warm room where you can stay, right, and surely, Cyril’s gonna love your company.” Alfie smiled at her, signaling for her to follow him.

At that time, she had no idea this was actually his home, but when she did find out, she was more than grateful, if not, a bit awkward, for having to rely so much on his kindness. However, just as he promised, Alfie managed to get that jerk of a doctor to pay her 10 times the money she paid him, and thus, she would have been able to get a very modern and luxurious place, only for herself, and even buy a dog, a cat, or hell, more of them.

But she refused, and asked to continue staying with him, if she wasn’t too much of a burden, since she really enjoyed spending time with him, and she had no idea, other than working 200% of her capabilities for her job, whatever that was, at the moment, and, of course, she would have missed Cyril too much.

It didn’t take long for Alfie’s people to realise the obvious chemistry between the two, and Ollie kept trying to convince him to ask her out, but things are always so difficult, aren’t they? Business and logics are much easier than subjective emotions.

It became sort of a routine for everyone around to see their boss writing and reading documents at his desk, while Y/N would sit on the desk, her legs resting on his chair’s back rest, as she would write on her clipboard whatever relevant things she thought were worth noting down, and would occasionally express her opinions regarding ideas that Alfie had, or some businesses that he was dealing with at the moment - All that, with, of course, the frequent witty comments they would exchange - And it was never anything hurtful, or reproachful jabs, only playful and domestic comments that always made her laugh.

“You never told me why you always look down when you interact with people, y’know, and by that, I don’t mean when you’re being some dramatic Queen, but when you’re being yourself. I mean, I haven’t seen women who let their hair so long these days, right, so I was curious about you. You do things much differently than most people, y’know that, don’t you?” Alfie asked, raising his head to look up at her, only to see, once again, trying to think of how to explain things that don’t rely on rational and objective behaviours. “Ah...Well...Uh...Y’know...I’m...My face is very expressive, y’know. So, like...I get embarrassed easily, or...Uhm...When I lie, or something, I tend to grin or laugh. I’m a messy failure who can’t do a pokerface, like, ever, so, since most people are taller than me, if I let my hair cover my face, they won’t see the truth. Or, well, y’know, at least that’s what I hope. I can’t look at them while hiding, so I’ve no way of telling whether it works or not. Contrary to me being flashy and dramatic, I’m kinda shy and terrible around people.” she chuckled awkwardly, looking away from him, bringing up her clipboard to cover half of her face. “Ahhh, I see, I see, so you go to real great lengths, yeah, to get what you want, and so far, you’ve done really well, eh. Is there anything you can’t do, lass? You’ve been doing this job for over a year, and business has improved with...Uh...Lemme see, how much did you say...Ah, yes, here, it says 23%.” he had his glasses on as his eyes scanned the documents on his desk. “I...Can’t socialise, I guess. And I can’t relax. I don’t know how to have fun. Uhm...I can’t human, I guess? I don’t know what to call it, but I think you get what I’m saying. Anyway, we have business work now, so read this paragraph here, I think we have to talk threaten Sabini a bit, he’s over his head now with power, someone has to humble him, give us a better percentage of his business, and -” Y/N tried to quickly redirect the conversation, hating when she had to talk about herself, but obviously, she couldn’t say no to the man who was always so kind and sweet with her, could she? “Nahhh, it’s fine, Y/N, let’s take a little break, right? We’ve been working since early morning, it’s evening now. Ollie, go make tea and bring those treats made today, eh. Now, lass, why don’t you tell me how did you get around to practicing medicine? I’ve always been curious by that, you know, you don’t see many women unafraid of stuff like that, yeah.” he pointed out, letting himself fall down on his chair’s seat, looking up at her. “Y’know, Y/N, you say you can hide your emotions when you hide your face from people taller than you, yeah? But what happens when they look at you from below? Gotta say, Y/N, sometimes, your worried face is rather pretty...Better now, let me look at you when you speak, yeah, we’re equals, when you go all meek on me, you make me feel like some kind o’ merciless boss or somethin’.” he chuckled, raising a bit to put her hair behind her ears, revealing a soft blush coating her cheeks, and god damn, he could feel his heart beating a bit faster. “Uhm...Okay, fine, sure, I owe you that much. Uhm...My dad was a medic too, so it became a family business for a while. And, uhm...Dad was recruited as a war medic, and went with my brother, while I and mum continued to take care of the people and animals from our city. When it was all over, I decided to get to London to practice properly, get more money and provide for my family better. They’re getting old and they need someone to take care of them, somehow.” she explained, but her eyes were darting around, and he could feel she was still hiding something because of her hesitance, but he wasn’t sure what exactly was it that she was trying to hide.

But before either of them could say anything about it anymore, a loud bang echoed through the warehouse, somewhere from the entrance, which made the girl jump in her place with a mouse-like squeak, slapping her hands over her ears.

It’s true, any person would get frightened by a gunshot that resounded so loudly through that place - And yet, this one looked like a panicked, scared fawn in the headlights - And Alfie, of course, noticed that and came to a few conclusions for himself.

However, before he could say anything, a man entered their field of vision, and he could feel Y/N tensing up, her face showing shock and disgust at the person who she clearly recognise. She turned her head to look at Alfie, and with pleading eyes, mouthing a few simple words that may or may not have shocked him.

“Let me kill him” she tried to say, but this mystery man spoke out faster than expected, and it was clear she was getting more and more angry and embarrassed by the moment. “Y/N, darling, what are you doing here? Whoring around with other men, getting into illicit business, thinking you’re superior to men just because you have some over the top ambitions that are completely unreachable, and now you think you can get rich by staying around wealthy old men, huh?” the man kept speaking, igniting an infernal fire into her eyes. “Alfie, I pride myself with my never ending patience, but I swear to God, if you don’t let me kill him...I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” Y/N muttered between her gritted teeth, shocking Alfie since he never saw her as the violent type. “I’m not doing any business with him, alright, do what you feel like doing, Y/N, he’s all yours.” Alfie sat back in his chair, his fingers intertwined over his stomach, watching with interest whatever she was going to do.

Y/N jumped off the desk and slowly prowled around it, her head hanging low, before she snapped it up, glaring lightnings at the man.

“Fuck off. Now. Or you’re dead. Do you understand this simple language, or do I need to put it in words that even a monkey would understand?” she crossed her arms, spitting poison at him. “What, can’t I be angry at my own girlfriend for being a bitch and leaving me alone? I mean, you really fucked up, y’know? You left me when I needed you the most, how tragic is that?!” he yelled at her, but she only rolled her eyes, scoffing. “Yeah, I left you ‘cause you were abusing me. The way I see it, you’re the one who sucks, not me. Now get the hell out of here. Before I do something you will regret.” her voice went an octave lower, threatening him the same way she learnt from Alfie over the time of business making. “Woaw, Y/N, woaw, that’s pathetic, even for you. You’ve never been able to even raise your voice at anyone. You were nothing more than a crybaby who couldn’t step up to anyone, and then you went to war, and what, you think you changed? You didn’t! Underneath this dumb, tough facade that you’re trying to pull in front of everyone else, you’re nothing more than the frightened little girl who needed to have everything in control and grasp a bit of power to feel superior to others after you got beaten up and had a gun pointed at your head by the Germa-” but he couldn’t continue speaking for, in the blink of an eye, she pulled out a gun for her trench coat and shot him in the head, his blood and brains shooting everywhere, all over her, on the walls and floor. “Well...Ask me anything and I will provide you with an answer that is completely honest this time. But, uhm...Take of your shirt, will you?” she had a solemn, pissed off expression as she threw off her coat before hurriedly taking off her shirt, nonchalantly cleaning up her face, then pulling it into a ball, throwing it on the cadaver, then stepped in front of a very shocked, yet impressed Alfie. “Go on, take off your shirt, will you? It’s clean. You promised I’ll never have to shoot a gun, and yet, I did, therefore I need a clean top, right? So, while I tell you the truth, don’t let me stay like this in front of you, okay?” extending her hand in front of her, while her other arm was over her chest, trying to cover her pretty white laced bra, it took a mirthful laugh out of the Jew for him to finally take off his shirt and put it around her, not caring that he was the topless one now. “Will you ever stop impressing and surprising me, lass?” Alfie asked, petting her head as a way to say she did well. “Once I stop shocking myself, sure. Until then...I believe you want to say something, don’t you?” she asked, slowly stepping in front of him, looking up at him as she properly put on his shirt that looked like a dress on her. “Yeah, lass, I think I did.”

With a gentle smile, he cupped her face, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on her lips, one hand stroking his fingers through her beautiful long hair, while the other caressed her soft visage. The tender look in his blue-green eyes felt like the safest, warmest haven she ever felt, and with an impulse decision that her heart made, she leaned forward, her arms slowly snaking around his torso, her head resting on his shoulder, and closing her eyes, she could finally feel her heart calming, for the first time in her life.

“It was you who went to war, wasn’t it?” Alfie muttered in her hair, holding her tightly. “Yeah. I don’t have a brother. It was me who went with my father to war, but he died, so I had to be the backbone of the troops. When I got home, my mum was devastated and she died of grief. I left that place to get rid of memories...And get rid of that fuckass. War left me with traumas, but it also made me strong enough to face up to who I am and stop taking everyone’s shit just because they think I’m lesser than them. Sometimes...When you talk about your time as a captain...I remember my time there...And...I realise how much I respect you...And also, how different you are from all the people I had contact with there.” she explained, her grip tightening around him, her heart quivering from the deep emotions she was feeling. “You’ve been through quite a lot in your life, haven’t you, lass? And you managed to make a life all for yourself, from the scratch, right, so, I think you’ve been doing great. France?” he asked, guiding her to a more private room, much warmer and cozier, while Ollie was to find him another shirt. “Yeah, France. Thing is...You went through all that, and it was worse for you, since you were a Captain, and you must have felt responsible for every death from your troops...And yet...Ever since we met, you’ve been sweeter than anyone has ever been, and that includes my own family. Don’t get me wrong, I loved them, but maybe...Maybe I’m just a bit softer than I let others think. And you managed to hit the right spot, in the good way, I mean. War changes everyone, and yet, you’re...I have no fitting word to describe how much I appreciate you, Alfie, but here...This thing here feels it, and I think you can feel what I’m feeling too.” she explained, resting her head on his shoulder once they sat down on the sofa, as he pulled her closer to his side, kissing her temple lovingly. “You know, Y/N...You’re not wrong. I tried not to think about my time there and the horrors I’ve seen, yeah, so, maybe it doesn’t come off as anything fantastic, and I still don’t think that being a decent person, right, to people who are close to me, is a big deal. But maybe sometimes we take things for granted, don’t we, so, maybe, you’re right. But that guy has no excuse for being a bastard. You’re safe now, Y/N, and when some day, when we’re done with this gangster mess...We can go to Margate and live a normal life there, eh. You, me and Cyril, and the sandy beach and the waves, right, and maybe, if we get bored, we can shoot those damned seagulls, yeah? They’re so annoying, I’m telling ya!” Alfie chuckled, which, in turn, made her grin at him lovingly. “I’d love to go to Margate with you, Alfie, and have seagull shooting contests together, and run barefoot on the shore, and if it’s enough light from the moon, we can swim a bit. Sounds like the perfect life if you ask me.” Y/N kissed his cheek, lovingly caressing his face before hugging his side. “That’s what I like to hear, lass. I’m sure Cyril would bark like a mad dog from happiness if he was hear, right. S’gonna be fun when we get home, eh.”

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thepaperpanda · 5 years

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Sharing Is Caring|| Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons

Summary: You're having double life, one is by Tommy Shelby's side, one by Alfie Solomons. What will happen if they'll find it out one day eventually?

Warnings: none

Words: 2503

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Tommy growled annoyed at bedsheets shifting next to him, it was still early. Too early. Too early even for waking up but he forced himself to open one eye.

His blue orb scanned the figure that still stood next to bed.

"You are up already? And leaving, love?," He asked with his voice still husky because of the sleep. "This is kinda rude, you know? Sneaking out."

You smiled at his words, him being awoken didn't stop you from packing your stuff to leather, black bag that was overhanging by your right shoulder. "The sun hasn't yet dawn, Thomas, you can sleep a little still," you told him, turning to face your boyfriend. You leant down and touched his temple with your soft lips. "I have some things to do and unfortunately, the day has only twenty four hours."

Tommy chuckled and slowly sat up only to leave the bed second later.

His arms wrapped around your thin waist, pulling you closer to his still naked chest. Tommy nuzzled to your hair, inhailing their scent before letting out a sigh.

"You know, love? It's getting really suspicious and what really fucking bother me is fact that my woman try to sneak out of the bed like some kind of whore," last word was nothing but a soft growl, all he wanted was to emphasize what he was having in mind.

You stroked his cheeks with your hands and shook your head like you'd be saying 'no'.

"I understand, love, but you know that I am busy with leading my shop," you explained and slipped out of his arms.

"I can understand that my work can take whole days but a fucking dress shop? Really? I have feeling you are fucking with me now and not in a good way, love," Tommy said with a frown.

"Love, could those eyes of mine ever lie to you?," You looked at him briefly as you left his bedroom and went downstairs, where you took your thick, black coat off the hanger and put it over your shoulders. "I wouldn't lie to you, ever," your voice was sweet and tender, maybe a little too emotions could be heard in it.

Tommy walked downstairs after you, thinking deeply. He didn't like this at all and it wasn't the first time you were running away like that.

You turned to him and walked closer, your hand touched his cheek.

"I love you, remember this," you informed him tenderly before you left.

The morning was rather chilly, wind blew strongly ruffling your locks of your hair.

That day you were walking pretty fast along the street, your heels tapped the sidewalk rhythmically.

After some time, you turned down a side street and almost started running. Finally, you reached the little house with red door and small squared windows in a lead frame that were framed with simple platbands and had an unary sun blind.

You got up porch steps and knocked to the door few times.

The door opened.

Alfie looked at you as he crossed arms over his chest covered with white, crumpled shirt.

"Oh, would you look at that! Fucking princess decided to fucking show up. What? You quit whoring around and decided to come back home, huh?," He said looking down on you with a frown.

You cocked your brows at him. "Yes, Alfie, I'm glad to see you, too," you scoffed and leant against door frame. "I couldn't come earlier. I was busy with my business. May I come in?"

"Yes, yes, I heard it all before. Your fucking business, always fucking out, fucking bullshit," Alfie muttered and walked back to living room, leaving door opened for you.

You smiled to yourself, it was already a good sign that he let you in.

Solomons' house was full of extraordinary things gathered everywhere around.

You followed him to the living room, taking coat off during the way there.

"How have you been, Alfie?," You asked sweetly approaching him and nuzzling to his wide back.

Alfie moved away.

"How do you fucking think? Alone, woman. You fucking just left without a word, pet," man growled and moved to pour himself a drink. "Fucking whore," Alfie said before finished his glass in one big gulp.

You let out a sigh and took a seat on his couch, crossing legs nicely.

It was common behaviour for Alfie Solomons, he was pretty good at cursing and disparaging people.

"Alfie, please, don't behave like a spoil brat who's had his rattle taken away," you used the softest of soft tones you could have made. "We're both adults, you know that I also have my business that needs to be run professionally," you added making sure your dress moved a little up your thighs so your legs were nicely exposed.

Alfie laughed loudly and looked at you.

"You? Business? If you meant whoring around, then you're not wrong, pet," he growled and looked at you. "Guess what, miss? I was getting fucking tired of you sneaking out, so in the end I sent my boys after you. You spent two hours at your stupid, little hole you call the shop and then you got where? Ah, right! To Shelby's house. Was a good, old Tommy Shelby buying a dress from you? Whole fucking night?!," Alfie roared and grabbed you by wrist, pulling you up back on your feet. "You think it's a smart move to fuck with me in that way?!"

His words made your blood freeze. You swallowed saliva and licked lips before you spoke aloud. "Why did you have to do this, Solomons? It was a perfect scheme and you had to fucking destroy it because of your fucking jealousy?!," You pulled hand out of his grasp and went to the window to peek outside.

"Fucking why?! You dare to ask my fucking why?!," He growled and pulled you closer to him, his hands grasped both of your cheeks. "Because the woman that I love fucks this gypsy trush behind my fucking back and treat our bed like a fucking hotel."

You let out a deep, sad sigh and tried to hold tears back.

"I'm so sorry, Alfie... I just... I've met him when you were making businesses with him last year. Few weeks ago we met again, and, I can't explain it... He was charming... You were angry all the time, busy all the time, you were using me only to fulfill your lust and needs!," You said openly, your body shivered.

"You don't fucking sit in my head, woman! You have no idea what I'm thinking about!," He yelled at you. "I worked to make sure you have everything you ever fucking needed but sure! It's simply better to go fuck someone else!," Alfe muttered, letting go of your face.

"Alfie...," You whispered as tear strolled down your cheek. "Please... Forgive me... Please, love."

"Go to that gypsy psycho, go ahead. Doors are there," he said simply, pointing on the door, then he filled his glass again and sat at the armchair to drink its content.

You lowered your head, it was pointless to argue with him and try to explain yourself when he was pissed like a ravenous pack of hounds. You put your coat on , tightening its flaps around yourself and left his house without a word.

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Tommy was getting annoyed without you, he hated when you were gone and he was forced to stay alone.

He decided to do the most logical thing possible, to pay you a visit.

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Tommy's hand gently banged on your door as soon as he was in front of them, after few knocks he waited for you to open.

In the meantime he lighted his cigarette up.

You shifted a curtain aside and peeked out of the window, as soon as you spotted familiar figure at your door, you let out a loud sigh and went downstairs to open them.

"What are you doing here, Tommy?," You asked trying your best to keep voice clear and strong.

Tommy looked at you with a frown.

"You cried," man said bluntly before wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you inside. There was no point in hiding something like this from him, he knew all of this too well. "What's wrong, love?," Tommy asked as his gloved hand gently caressed your cheek.

"Please, don't, Tommy," you asked quietly as you shifted away from him, moving to the living room where you flopped onto the couch. "I've... I've done something bad... Really, really bad and no, Tommy, you can't do anything about this..."

You bursted in tears, they were rolling down your cheeks like little pearls.

He watched you, helpess. Letting out a quiet sigh he started to undress himself from the coat. Soon, he joined you on the couch, his arms wrapped around you just like at the morning.

"Love? What happened? I will pull you out from any troubles, you know this," Tommy said before his hand found your smaller one and grasped it gently.

"You won't pull me out of troubles, Tommy. I'm the fucking trouble myself," you cursed in harsh voice, rubbing your temples. "Listen, there's something you need to know about me. I wasn't fully honest with you that day when you asked me if I have someone."

Tommy looked at you completely puzzled.

Suddenly the door bursted open and Alfie walked inside. He was holding bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hand.

"Okay, love! You were right, I shouldn't behave like crazy bastard I am, so I came to apolo....," Alfie said loudly and walked to living room only to witness you wrapped in Shelby's arms. "Oh, am I bothering? I see you fucking decided to make up your fucking mind," Alfie snorted viciously, throwing bouquet on the floor.

Tommy looked deeply unimpressed.

"What the fuck you want, Solomons, eh?," He growled, protectivly tightening his arms around your waist. "Haven't you fucking heard about knocking to lady's door?"

"Oh, just fucking shut up. I would knock if she would be a lady, but she is just a whore!," Alfie barked back.

You were looking at them both, moving your glance from one to another. You got up quickly and screamed, using all of your strength.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOTH OF YOU!"

Tommy was ready to rip Alfie's throat out for you.

"Why?! Look at this fucking Jew, who the fuck he thinks he is to simply burst in here?," He growled.

"This 'fucking Jew' is as close to her as you, gypsy fucker," Alfie stated simply, taking his hat off.

"What the fuck is this maniac talking about, Y/N?," Tommy asked.

"Tommy, he's my partner. Both, in business and in life," you explained shortly as you lowered your head. "I am so sorry. So sorry. Apologies are necessary to both of you. I was leading double life. I couldn't have decided which one of you is better for me. You both are amazing men, you both have something that turns me on..."

"What?! How could you do this?!," Tommy growled surprised and grabbed your hand. "One cock really wasn't enough for you?!"

Alfie grabbed Tommy and easily pulled him away.

"Wo-ho there. No need to be physical, Thomas. Come on now, we need to talk," Alfie asked coldly.

Tommy, still with raging anger inside him, gave a brief nod to Alfie and followed him outside.

You fought with burning need to follow men but eventually you decided to stay home and wait for them to return.

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After half an hour or maybe even longer, both men returned. One of them knocked on the door and they both waited.

You opened the door and shifted aside so they could enter.

Both man walked inside.

"So," Alfie began.

"We talked," Tommy finished and looked at Alfie "And we came to some conclusions."

"If you can't chose between us two...," Alfie said and looked back at Tommy.

"We will share," other man finished simply with a sigh.

You blinked and covered your half-opened mouth with curled palm. You sat heavily on the couch, glaring at both of men in disbelief. "I think my ears have tricked me, what did you say?

"We are going to share you," Tommy repeated.

"We will be in relationship that takes three of us together," Alfie shrugged, rubbing his long beard.

"And you have agreed on this, Alfie?," You couldn't believe on what you've heard. "I mean, how do you even imagine this?"

Alfie shrugged once again.

"I would do whatever I could to make my angel happy, so I am even capable to get some agreement with Shelby if it comes to you."

"We'll do everything to make you happy. You're important to both of us after all, isn't it true, dear friend?," Tommy stated as his glance moved from your figure to Alfie.

"Uhm, yea, your happiness is priceless, Y/N, innit, Tommy?," Alfie cocked his brow and massaged his scar.

You watched them with mouth hung open.

"You really want to give it a shout, Tommy?," You asked him as you got up and moved closer to him, playing nervously with hems of your dress.

Tommy looked at you and nodded.

"If this will make you happy, then I am more than eager to try. I just hate to see you crying."

"Would you look at that? Good, old Thomas fucking Shelby is going soft for a woman," Alfie laughed harshly.

"But I am also willing to break this fucker's nose," Tommy growled, throwing mean glance at Alfie.

"Oh, yeah, again? Ain't it enough for you that you almost got me killed?!," Solomons pointed out, crossing hands behind his back and tilting his head.

"Gentlemen, easy," you tried to calm both man down. "Alfie, I know how possessive you might get, are you sure you'll take it?," You asked as your glance moved to rest on his steel blue eyes.

Alfie looked at you and nodded.

"I will. I will do whatever I can, sweetheart. Only to make you happy."

"I don't know how to thank you, both of you!," Another wave of tears streamed down your cheeks. "I don't want you two to kill each other just because of me and my lack of decisiveness. I'll share my time equally to both of you," you assured them with a little smile.

Both men looked at each other and nodded.

"Sounds good to me," Tommy agreed and soft smile crept onto his face.

"We have a smart girl," Alfie said proudly and Tommy cringed softly at these words, cold shiver ran along his spine.

"So, I think we have something to celebrate," you grinned at them and wiped your tears away while going to the kitchen. You grabbed three glasses and returned to the living room. Soon, glasses were poured with whiskey. You handled one to Tommy and one to Alfie. "To us," you toasted.

Both men raised their glasses up as well.

"To us," they said in unity.

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og-danny-dorito · 5 years

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Some Quick Alfie Solomons Headcanons

why? because ive been thinking about this baker dude for like a week ok don’t @ me

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S F W:

- big man is warm all the time, no lie. it can be any time of the year and he’s still basically a space heater with legs, although he doesn't really move much if he can help it.

- yeah work is GREAT and all, but he’d much rather sleep until 5, wake up to get like some food or a drink of something, and then just fall back asleep with his dog tbh

- highkey doesn't like Italians because the Italian mob consists of some dickheads (in his eyes at least) but honestly wouldn’t mind an Italian s/o??? like yeah he might not trust them at first but after a while he’ll soften up to them

- i kind of see him as maybe bi, but i don’t know. he seems more inclined to females in particular, but there could always be that sort of curiosity there he REFUSES to acknowledge. yes he finds that guy kind of attractive, no hes not gay-

- it kind of takes him a while to get comfortable with anyone, just because hes been conditioned over the years to doubt who you trust. usually if he feels too comfortable with someone for the first few days or weeks talking to them, he’ll distance himself away and maybe not show up for a while just to try and space himself out

- once he does finally become comfortable though? he won’t leave you the hell alone

- seriously, this dude might show up at your house at 3 am because Cyril seemed kind of distressed and he doesn't really trust anyone else to take care of his dog. or he might show up at your house in the middle of the day just for the hell of it, or at your work. of course he’ll make up and excuse, but the fact of the matter is that he just wants to spend time with you. and i can assure you he’ll have less of a struggle admitting it than a certain peaky blinder would

- probably more down to just lay around and read or something, but he doesn't mind going out every once and a while. id think that he kind of likes going to eat or something, but eating at home is always nice too. and NO drinking cause gross. hes kind of a hermit really, it’s just how he is

- highkey likes thiccies why? because i said so. that and he likes it better that way. it may be a secret kink but we wont address that because these are sfw and i haven’t made nsfw ones yet. to him people with more meat on their bones look like they could boss him round without a problem

- if you're self-conscious he won’t be having ANY of it. don’t think your eyelashes are long enough? not on his watch, expect to get kisses all over your face. don’t think your skin is clear enough? not on his watch, he’s going to make sure you feel like the most beautiful person on the planet. don’t think you look good in your clothes? dON’T MAKE HIM GIVE YOU FACE KISSES AGAIN-

- but seriously he’s v supportive and sweet

- he also may not show it, but he cares a whole lot about you. when you’re at work you may get a random bouquet of flowers and a little basket or container of your favorite sweets or food. he also low key makes lunches for you sometimes (he won’t admit it but he’s pretty doting on you and takes a lot of extra effort out of his day just to make sure you feel loved)

- very very out there but he probably likes it when you call him pet names like ‘sweetheart’ and ‘bear’ or something like that. it makes him all blushy and he starts smiling a lot. in turn he also calls you names like ‘love’ or nicknames while holding you from behind

- boss man likes it when you randomly grab his hand while you’re both walking. ESPECIALLY in public. seriously, just walk up and grab his hand and continue walking with him and he’ll get all flustered and grumble under his breath about people being around

- highkey doesn’t want you to wear revealing clothes because he doesn’t like it when others ogle at you. that body is his to touch and his alone, so seeing other people stare at you like some slab of meat isn’t going to fly without a slightly-pissed-off-yelling of “What the ‘ell are YOU looking at?” and him gripping you tighter to his body. he gets jealous rlly easily

- it’s not so much women that make him angry, he doesn’t like to get mad at women in particular just because he sees it as a sign of disrespect. if a GUY is doing it though the fucker is gonna get his face beat into the ground. he’s not fucking around, and may poor guy that dares to think he is when it comes to you will find that they’re sorely mistaken. he can and will do anything to protect you, even if that means beating the shit out of some guy publicly just to make the point clear that you’re taken

- if his violence scares you at all, he probably will try to keep his job and his more erratic nature away from you so as to not drive you away. once he’s gotten used to you it’ll feel weird to have you gone because of some dumb thing he did, and so he tries to avoid that situation at all costs. you mean more to him than anything else, and your word is law

- in any fight you guys get into he’s mostly pretty cool and collected, but there are occasional bursts from his cold exterior. usually he’ll play the ‘I’m not mad, you’re just being irrational’ care, which will result in more outburst on your part and eventually his inevitable angry venting. he tries not to do it, but after a while he does apologize and doesn’t start anything a long time after that. like I previously said he’s too scared of loosing you, so he tries not to make anything he does cause that

- probably would feel more safe protecting you than you protecting yourself. it’s not that he doubts your skill! he just doesn’t want you to get hurt. and he’s fairly certain bodyguards are much more powerful than just one person, right? you’re basically treated like a piece of valuable jewelry at all times

- low key pampers you. like,,, if you say that you like a particular item ONCE you best believe you’ll get it ASAP as far as he’s concerned. he gets you all sorts of stuff; clothes he thinks you’d like, clothes HE likes, etc etc. you could simply say that he likes to make you the happiest he can at all times, but perfectly understands if you’re more simplistic and really just enjoy his company. he probably feels more secure with someone who’s simplistic really, it lets him know that he doesn’t need to constantly get them things to keep them by his side

- would most likely loose his shit if you ever got anything for him. like in a Oh My God Thank You But Why™️ way because he doesn’t actually get gifts that often? literally anything will make him happy, but little homemade things really make his heart melt. you painted him a picture? he’s going to frame that shit and put it in his office dude

- he may be a mob boss but that doesn’t mean he’s always hard and macho, he kind of just needs to be held every once and a while. just hold him, pls he needs it

- all in all he cares a lot about you, and in the end he can’t bear the sight of you even slightly distressed or hurt. he’d lay down his life for you, and if that requires that he protects you at all costs and eliminates all threats then so be it, because he’d die in his spot before he let the enemy get to you

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 4 years

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Roguish Women Part 11

Summary: Kate Rosseau is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Part 10: Kate receives a shocking letter, the Garrison is reopened.

“Hello, Lizzie.” Kate tugged off her gloves and hat as she walked into the office.

The pretty brunette looked up from the typewriter. “You’ve been gone for a few days.” She noted.

“Yes, well, Tommy showed up to my flat in the middle of the night to take me on a four-day cruise.” She snorted. “Unfortunately, it was in a canal and the destination was London.”

Lizzie smiled and handed her a few envelopes. “Well, these came for you while you were gone.”

While working at the office together, the two women had struck up a bit of a friendship. Both being working women, former and present, they had a deeper understanding of each other. But Kate didn’t trust her. She’d learned from her time with Grace. A nice woman who was willing to listen to her talk wasn’t someone to automatically be trusted. It was something Kate realized she might’ve learned a bit too late. After all, she’d learned not to trust men a long time ago. She should’ve realized women could be just as dangerous. She wasn’t the only one with secrets.

“Thank you.” Kate took the small pile of mail and began opening and sorting through them by Lizzie’s desk. “How’s your class going?”

“Good.” The other woman perked up. She loved talking about the typing class she was taking and Kate loved seeing the pride in her eyes. Someone who had, for so long, known nothing but working the streets of Birmingham. Now she was educating herself, looking toward a brighter future. “I’m learning shorthand.”

“Is that difficult? I don’t know much about it but I…” Kate’s voice trailed off as she skimmed through one of the letters.

Lizzie’s brow creased. “Everything alright?” She asked when the conversation abruptly stopped.

“Yes, I’m sorry, I just need to-well I-” She looked around the room as if it were spinning. “I’m going to read this in Tommy’s office.” She excused herself quickly and shut the door behind her for some privacy. Setting the other letters aside, she read through what had stopped her in her tracks. It was written in French and the handwriting was hurried but not careless.

Dear Kate,

I hope this finds you. I am in fear of your life. A man came to the cabaret last night with your picture. He wanted to know who smuggled you out of France and into Britain.

No one said much to him but he threatened our lives. All of his men had guns. Gabrielle felt she had no choice. She told him about the Peaky Blinders.

I think he is coming after you and I do not think he has good intentions.

It was dated and signed by a woman who danced with Kate at the Moulin Rouge.

She felt beyond sick to her stomach trying to process what was happening. It was one thing to get a vague letter from Santo. But this letter changed everything.

Kate jumped when the doors to the office opened suddenly.

Tommy stood in the entryway with a frown. “What are you doing in here?”

“I-I was reading a letter.” She held it out to him. “Tommy, Santo is in France, he was asking about me and about you.”

He took the letter but realized quickly it was no use to him. “I don’t speak French.” He replied.

“Well, I’m telling you.” She followed him to his desk. “I’m telling you that he’s tracking me down.”

“He already knew where you lived.” He pointed out. “Why is this different?”

His lack of concern was aggravating to Kate. “Because he’s tracing my trail. He threatened people, he’s trying to make anyone who helped me pay!” She snapped. “And eventually he’s going to find his way here and do the same to you.”

Despite having the shit kicked out him only days before, Tommy didn’t appear too perturbed. “Let him come.”

“Let him come.” She threw her hands up in disbelief. “Are you fucking serious? Tommy, you don’t understand-”

“I need to write a letter.” Tommy gestured to the door with a dismissive hand.

Kate wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Fine, don’t say I didn’t warn you though.” She snarled and left with a huff.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lizzie didn’t want to go to the reopening of the Garrison alone and she made it very clear to Kate. She was so relentless, in fact, that she showed up to Kate’s flat to convince her to go.

“It’ll be fun, we’ll have fun!” Lizzie promised as she pushed her way into the flat, shooing Kate upstairs to get ready.

“I’m sorry, but that pub is an open target and I…” Kate didn’t want to get too far into the details, the trust still wasn’t there with her newfound work friend.

“Tommy’s dealt with it all,” Lizzie assured her. “Come on, go and change, I don’t want to miss anything!” She exclaimed. “And I’m not leaving without you.”

Kate sighed and chuckled. “Alright, just for a couple of drinks.” She prefaced before heading into her room to don a more appropriate dress.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She stuck to her guns and nursed the same gin for quite some time before accepting a second one. By then the celebration was in full swing and had become quite rowdy. Even though the Garrison had been renovated into a gilded palace, it still held the same wild Brummies. A new coat of paint, few embellishments, and sparkling lights couldn’t change the true nature of something. Kate knew that all too well.

Kate hadn’t noticed Tommy come in until she saw him speaking with Arthur behind the bar. Their eyes met and he finished speaking into Arthur’s ear. He nodded to her and pointed to one of the back rooms.

“I’ll be back,” Kate told Lizzie, picking up her drink to bring with her. She shimmied through the thick crowd to where Tommy was headed.

He let her inside and closed the door behind her.

“I didn’t think you had anything else to say to me after this morning,” Kate mumbled but let him pull out a chair for her.

Tommy didn’t respond, he just pulled out a box of matches and an envelope. “Give it here, then.”

“Give what?”

“The letter.”

“Tommy, this is serious and you should-”

He pinched the envelope between his thumb and forefinger. “This is from Grace. From America. New York.

“I didn’t know you two were still talking.” Kate looked a bit perplexed. She assumed men like Tommy, when scorned or betrayed, cut ties with the party involved. But love was love.

“This is all I have.” He responded and struck up a match.

Catching his drift, she grabbed his arm. “You’re not even going to open it?”

“No.” He allowed the small flame to touch the corner of the cream-colored envelope. The fire licking up the length, encasing the dainty handwriting addressed to Tommy and burning the unread letter.

“And you’ll never wonder?” She asked in disbelief.

“There are things you need to close the door on, Kate.” He replied. “Before you don’t have control over it.”

“That’s the key with you, Thomas. Control.”

“The letter?”

Pursing her lips, Kate produced the letter from her purse. She’d been holding onto it all day, carrying it around like a ten-pound burden. “I know what it says though.” She pointed out. “You can’t burn that out.”

Tommy still set fire to the letter, letting it smolder to ash in the candle holder beside the ashes of Grace’s letter. “That’s what alcohol is for.”

She snorted and shook her head. “Is that all you brought me in here for?” She asked.

“What do you know ‘bout horses?” He wondered and discarded the spent match, digging the charred head into the smoking remnants of paper.

“I know they have four legs and can make a lot of money. Aside from that, I think I know very little compared to you, gypsy boy.” She replied.

“Then you’ll stay in London for the time being.” He concluded.

“Pardon? Who said I was going to London?”

“We’re confirming the contract with Alfie Solomons. I’ll be sending me men there very soon.”

She shook her head, not pleased with the idea of trudging all the way back to London. “And? That has nothing to do with me.”

“I disagree. Mr. Solomons will need your expertise when it comes to the American market.” He withdrew a cigarette and lit another match.

“That’s what telephones are for,” Kate replied through clenched teeth.

“Santo knows you’re in Birmingham. Doesn’t know anything about London, does he?”

She scoffed. “So now you’re worried about that?” She demanded. “Ridiculous, Tommy, absolutely ridiculous. I don’t know what will put the fear of God in you, I really don’t.” Kate slammed back her gin and stood up. But she decided she wasn’t done. She jabbed a finger at him. “You need to realize that there are men out there who are stronger and hold more pull than you.”

Tommy just shrugged with a nonchalant expression on his face. “Haven’t met one yet.”

Kate just made a noise of disbelief and left the room muttering something about men’s egos.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ya know, when Thomas came in with you, I assumed you were just a whore that he’d brought for the fun of it. Thought he might get off on something like that.”

Kate raised an eyebrow in amusement at the Jewish man across the desk from her. She had arrived in London that morning with Tommy and the drove of men who were forming the brigade. Unlike last time, Alfie was there to meet them, kindly escorting Kate arm in arm to the office. Almost like they were a gentleman and lady, not a known gangster and former prostitute.

She’d given Tommy a smug look over her shoulder because of Alfie’s treatment. He simply looked amused with a head shake.

While Tommy was wrangling his men together, Kate sat down with Alfie in his office.

“He doesn’t have much of a heart left.” She replied with a tight smile. “But I appreciate it.”

“Nah, weren’t sayin’ you look like a whore. Not meant to be an insult.” Alfie waved the excuse with a hand.

“Well,” Kate tilted her head to the side. “I’ve worn many hats, Mr. Solomons. But I never preferred the term, whore. I always liked something a bit more refined.”

He laughed good-naturedly. “You’ll make good company in business, Miss Rosseau. Tommy is a pain in the arse, ain’t he? So, fucking serious, yeah, never takes a joke.”

“He has his moments. I think he cares about his people though.” She admitted.

“Feh.” Alfie rolled his eyes and handed her the contract drawn up after he’d signed it. In addition, he gave her a list of names and addresses. “Well, I’ve got to go meet the rabble. Like you to look over me current list of docks and people willing to smuggle stuff in. Add anything you’d like, ifya know any that are utter shit, just cross ‘em out. Don’t want to be wasting me time and money.”

“I can do that.” Kate nodded.

“Cyril’ll keep ya company. Be back in a mo’.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After reviewing Alfie’s list of contacts and giving Cyril a good belly rub, Kate waited. And waited. And waited.

Bored and restless, she stepped out of the office and poked around a bit, looking for Alfie or Tommy. Some of Alfie’s men gave her curious looks but didn’t say anything. Probably on orders rather than their own will.

Kate made her way downstairs to the cellar where she heard some talking. She recognized Tommy’s voice and followed it to a larger room where men were lined up like a battalion.

“Haven’t seen any bread.” She heard the quip as she stepped into the room quietly.

None of the men seemed to notice her, they were all focused on Alfie as he stalked up to the older man who had made the joke. There was a heavy pause before the broad-shouldered gangster raised his cane with a strikingly fast motion and brought it down with untamable fury. Hitting the man right beside the jokester.

The crack was unmistakable and the victim was knocked out cold by the sheer force Alfie inflicted on him.

“He’ll wake up, granted he won’t have any teeth left but he will be a wiser for it,” Alfie spoke with a frightening amount of restraint.

Kate knew that the scariest men were those who could control their anger. Those who lost control were weaker. They were violent and strong, yes, but a man without control was nothing. That’s why Tommy and Alfie were terrifying.

They’d controlled and fostered their anger. They had made acquaintances with their rage. Death was their friend.

“And the last thing he will remember is your funny little joke, won’t he?” Another long pause drew out. “Right!” Alfie shouted.

Kate did her best not to flinch, even though the sudden loud yell came seemingly out of nowhere. She wanted to show the men there that while they were probably terrified of Alfie, she sure as hell wasn’t. Mostly because she’d gotten on his good side early on. That was the trick, after all. Granted, she knew it was easier for women to do so, but it was still crucial.

“There are fucking rules here for a fucking reason. ‘N quite simply they have to be obeyed. Rule number one, the distinction between bread and rum is not discussed.” Alfie paced before the front line of men, disregarding the unconscious one still on the floor. “Number two, anything, right, that your superior officers says to you or any of your other fucking superior officers say to you, is not discussed!” His voice became a bit hoarse from shouting so loudly but it was effective. He turned and finally noticed Kate in the doorway. “Ah, yes, good reminder.” The volume of his voice lowered a bit as he pointed at her. “This young woman will be in and out of the bakery as she pleases. As far as I see it, she’s about ten ranks above you fucking pathetic numbskulls, yeah? So that means, yeah, she comes before you and you will treat her with respect. And I don’t care if she’s got nothing on, you will not talk to her, about her, you will not fucking look at her. If I hear you lot speaking a fucking word ‘bout her, I’ll rip your tongue out and feed it to me dog!”

The threat was enough to last because suddenly none of the men were looking anywhere near where Kate was standing.

“That goes for Jewish women as well. For the rest of your fucking miserable lives, you don’t go anywhere near Jewish women. They are off the menu for you fuckers.” He nodded and cleared his throat. “I think that’s fair.”

Kate held her chin a little higher. After being under the heel of men during her stint in France, it felt good to be back in control. Back to the woman that wasn’t called derogatory names or groped or grabbed. The woman who’s worth wasn’t measured was by her beauty. Back to the woman she was in the States. Back to being a dangerous woman. Roguish, even.

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cap-winter-barnes · 5 years

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Treat Her Fair (Alfie Solomons x Reader)

buy me a coffee

Thank you so much to @lex-bb13 for this request - this is for you dear. I have absolutely loved writing it and I hope you like it as much as I do. I really love writing for Alfie so if anyone has any other request pretty please let me know.

I have changed one quote from the show as I didn't want to include a ‘slur’ and didn't want to offend anyone by using it.

Words: 2027 - is this my longest fic?

Warnings: swearing, Alfie has a gun (is this a warning? idk)

It was a widely known fact throughout Alfie’s ‘bakery’ that Y/N was always to be treated kindly and with respect – if they didn’t, they’d either lose their job or their life. Whichever Alfie saw fitting. Any new men that came to work for Alfie were given a strict talking to before they were even allowed to meet you. Alfie’s assistant, although you were more involved within the business than just an assistant. Some would say that you were partners in the business if they didn’t know you well enough.

“Y/N love, bring me those papers o’er here will ya?” Alfie stuck out his arm, fingers outstretched waiting for you to place his papers into them.

“Of course, Alfie. Although, you do have legs you know.” You quickly gather together the papers that Alfie was referring to and carefully place them in his hand, giggling as you do so.

“Thank you, darling. My sciatica’s playing up again, ain’t it.” You nod and smile, making your way back to your desk across from him.

“If you say so boss.” He gives you a disgruntled look which quickly turns into a smile. He could never be mad at you. No matter the circumstances, you could do no wrong in Alfie’s eyes.

When you had first started working for Alfie Solomons, your desk had been wedged into the very corner of the room and cluttered with mess. You had barely started your first shift before Alfie had hurriedly crossed the office to clear the mess for you, he refused to let you help him. He had said that it should have been done before you started and that he would be having words with Ollie for not doing so. You had laughed at that, already knowing that he hadn’t asked Ollie to do anything of the sort. The sound of your laughter had made Alfie feel warm and he knew instantly that he was going to like having you around.

The very next morning you walked into the office and shook off your coat, hanging it on the back of the door. Alfie had yet to arrive, so you took a seat at your desk and started with your day. Not even ten minutes later did Alfie stumble through the door looking dishevelled. His scarf hung haphazardly around his neck; his hat slightly askew; and his shirt was buttoned all wrong. He was breathing heavily, as if he had run the entire way from his house to the ‘bakery’.

“Alfie, are you alright?”

“I’m fine love, don’t worry.” He threw his coat off and tossed it onto the back of the door, a skill you had admired since you had started your employment. You must remind yourself to ask him to teach you one day. You smiled at the thought. “Cyril, the bloody pest. He got out this morning chasing a bleeding cat.” Clearly Alfie had had to chase his dog down the street before he had made his journey to work. He explained all this whilst placing his hat and scarf onto the armchair next to the door.

You watched him as he limped across to his desk, using the edge as a support as soon as he was close enough.

“You forgot your cane Alfie. What did the doctor tell y-“

“I know, yeah. I’m sorry. Won’t happen again darling, alright?” You nod your head as you accept his promise. Alfie takes a seat in his chair with the least amount of grace a man of his stature could manage.

“Don’t forget you have a meeting with –“

“Thomas Shelby, I know love. How could I forget?” He smiles across at you and you return the gesture.

“Here, let me help you Alf.” You move towards him and he watches you carefully as you approach him.

You go to crouch down, but he stops you, instead standing up and turning himself so he sits perched on the edge of his desk, you were now stood in front of him. You delicately start to undo the buttons of his shirt, starting from the bottom and working your way up. This was an entirely new interaction between the both of you, a blush was creeping up your cheeks at the thought of how close the two of you were in that moment. Maybe you had thought of Alfie in another way than just your boss before, but nothing too extreme. But now these thoughts were running a mile a minute through your brain. Your hands begin to shake slightly as your fingers continue unbuttoning his shirt. You look up to his face briefly, a look of serenity on his face, his eyes bright and soft as he watches you.

Underneath his shirt he wears a sleeveless vest, a few tattoos peeking out from underneath the material. Without ogling at him for too long, you begin to re-button the shirt, taking care to ensure that it is done correctly this time.

You step back and pat his chest with both hands, smoothing down the material of his shirt.

“There we go.” You smile sweetly as you walk away from him and back to your desk. As you look across to him, he stays stood there as if in shock.

“Alfie, Mr Shelby will be here soon.” He quickly leaves his stupor and takes his seat again. His face flushed – was he blushing?

“Yeah, yeah, alright darling. Thank you.” He doesn’t look across to you as he speaks, his gaze set on his desk, rearranging the articles that sit atop it to make it more presentable.

Embarrassment starts to seep into you as you think over what you had just done. It was inappropriate. Uncalled for. You were going to lose your job.

“Alfie, I’m so-“

“Alfie, Mr Shelby’s here to see you.” Ollie has the most perfect of timing. Alfie nods in response and gets up to follow the boy out of the door.

“Stay here love alright? I won’t be long.” He winks at you as he shuts the door behind him.

Your heart rattling in your chest.

Minutes tick by as you sit and fill out paperwork and then file it away. Alfie returns through the door, his body language clearly showing signs that he means business. It’s strange to see him this way compared to when he is so relaxed.

You keep to yourself as they converse, Thomas Shelby, takes a seat opposite from Alfie. He immediately reaches into his coat pocket and retrieves a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

“I came here to discuss business with you Mr Solomons.”

“Yeah.” Alfie nods in recognition of this, almost sarcastically if you know him.

“So, she needs to go.” Alfie stops all movement as you faltered in your writing.

“Who Y/N?” You look up, not moving your head, to make eye contact with Alfie, his expression stern. “Nah, mate. She stays.” Thomas looks uncomfortable under Alfie’s gaze as he stares him down. “She stays whether you fucking like it or not mate.”

You return to your work again, but this time you try your best to listen in on their conversation just metres from you.

“Y/N love.” You look up to Alfie as he addresses you. “Do you mind pouring us both a drink?” He then turns back to Thomas, “Well rum is for fun and fucking, isn’t it? So Whisky,” he glances across to you to let you know it’s whisky he wants. “Now that is for business.” He chuckles to himself; Thomas continues to look unamused by the situation.

“Let’s talk first, eh?” Instantly Alfie’s attitude changes to one firmer than before. As you pour Alfie a tumbler of whisky and place it on the mat in front of him, he gently takes your wrist into his hand. You look to his face but for the first time cannot read what he is thinking. He then takes your empty hand between the both of his and holds them there. “Get yourself a drink as well love, yeah?” You nod hesitantly, slightly confused by his behaviour. He’s never offered you a drink during a meeting before.

As you let the two men continue their meeting you sit cradling a tumbler of rum in your hands. Whisky was never to your tastes and even after working at the ‘bakery’ for so long, you still couldn’t find a liking for the drink.

It is Alfie that pulls your from your thoughts, “So don’t come in here and sit there in my chair, insulting my woman, and tell me that I am losing my war to a fucking Italian.” His voice was raised and harsh. The only words that registered in your brain was my woman. You weren’t his woman. He had never shown any interest in you like that.

You heart pounds in your chest as the conversation becomes more heated. Nervousness settles in as your hands start to shake and your breathing becomes uneven. Situations like these were never pleasant, especially when Alfie was at the centre of them. Honestly, he scared you when he became like this. Erratic and unreasonable was Alfie.

“Intelligence. Intelligence is a very valuable thing, ain’t it, my friend?” Alfie’s gaze shifts to you momentarily as he addresses Thomas, a look of regret passes over his face, but it was gone before it was really there. “And usually,” You knew exactly what he was going to do as his hand rummaged in his open desk drawer, “it comes far too fucking late.” His hand emerges from under the desk, a gun gripped tightly between his fingers. He cocks it and aims it directly at Thomas’ head.

“Alfie!” His name leaves your lips before you can even think about saying them. If he heard you, he didn’t acknowledge it.

“Let’s say that I shot you already, right, in the fucking face.” The tone of his voice terrified you, tears beginning to spill from your eyes.

“Alfie please.” He briefly looks to you, his face turning ashen as he sees the tears falling down your cheeks. Instantly he puts the gun away, ignoring the Shelby at his desk and he pushes his chair backwards and approaches you. Before you can even register that he is stood in front of you, he engulfs you in a hug. A hug so tight and warm, you don’t ever want to let go. You felt safe considering the situation that had just unravelled before your eyes.

“I’m sorry love, I’m sorry. Alright.” He kisses the top of your head gently. “I didn’t mean to scare ya.”

During this moment, Thomas Shelby stares at the both of you in pure and utter shock. Never did he think he would see the infamous Alfie Solomons consoling a woman with so much care. Tommy knew that from here the meeting was over, any chance of a deal was now scarce.

He silently left the office, leaving the door slightly ajar.

After a few moments held in Alfie’s arms you slowly begin to stop shaking. The tears long stopped, and your breathing was somewhat back to normal again.

“Alfie. Please don’t ever scare me like that again.” He shook his head, a silent promise that he would never do something like that again in front of you.

Leading you over to his desk, Alfie lets you take a seat in his chair. You’d never sat in his chair; it was known that nobody was to sit in that chair other than Alfie himself. He’d nearly shot Ollie’s head off when he put his hand on the chair when it was new, let alone sat in it.

“Alfie.” He hummed as a response, his eyes never leaving yours, your hands held softly within his. “Y-you called me your woman, w-when you were talking to Mr Shelby.”

“I did, didn’t I?” He chuckled to himself and bowed his head to look at the floor. “Well, that’s if you’d like to be my woman, love.” A cheeky grin began to spread across his face as a near identical one spread across yours.

“Of course, Alfie.”

Neither you nor Alfie had felt this happy in a long time.

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mrsalwayswrite · 4 years

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The Difference Between Champagne and Rum Part 2 (Alfie Solomons x OFC)

As always a huge thank you to @evelynshelby for encouraging and supporting my Peaky writing. She is the best!

Warnings: Violence, swearing, racial slurs and some mild sexual content.

Words: 7k (because I could not stop writing, sorry.)

Please let me know what you guys think and if anyone wants to be added to a tag list. Also, I am not British nor is the early 1900s something I am confident in for writing, so it there is anything blatantly obvious that needs to be corrected, please let me know.

The Difference Between Champagne and Rum

Part 2 - Bloody Fists and Opening Scenes

~1912~

He could feel their stares, their glares, their looks of disapproval. He gave zero fucks. His head held tall, an icy look sent to any who dared make eye contact. This was not his neighborhood. He knew that. He was a literal black sheep here amongst those wealthier than him. Yet he refused to bow to their need to dominate. To submit because he wore a kippah, making him lesser than them, his clothes handmade by his mother instead of purchased at a fancy store. No, he knew something these people did not. He was a wolf amongst these sheep, his bloodied knuckles testament to that…and if anyone tried to stop him, he would spill their blood on the ground without qualms. Fuck them all.

Truthfully Alfie was in a black mood. He walked down the street, fists clenched by his sides, kippah in his back pocket because he was no longer at prayer (his mother would lament that he never attended) nor was he on ‘business’. The whispers of the two Jewish lads walking behind him reminded him to keep his rage under control just a while longer. The three of them were walking back to Camden Town after conducting some ‘business’ for the boss. They had been sent to deliver a particular message to someone who owed their boss money. Smashed furniture and broken fingers were left behind, for that was expected. What put Alfie in a foul mood was the pathetic excuse of a man made a counter offer to pay off his debt. Instead of money, the boss could take his daughter’s virginity. All this he said with a sleezy smile on his face as his teenage daughter cried on the stairwell. What made matters worse… the boss would probably take the offer.

Strange sounds drifted from across the street. Alfie did not even have to look to know what caused it. The London Zoo sign proudly showed above its gates, welcoming its citizens to marvel at the mysterious and wonderful beasts inside. His feet carried him past the spectacle and onward towards the bridge, in which he would be back in familiar territory and no one dared looked down on him.

It was a warmer spring day, the taste of a hot summer to be had that year. Flecks of blood littered the sleeves of his white shirt, now rolled up to his elbows. Somehow he would have to create an excuse to appease his mum who would undoubtably ask about the blood. At least his black trousers hid the evidence better.

His eyes scanned the people on the street, a subconscious habit at this point. At once they locked onto a lithe, feminine form with blonde har. It was embarrassing how often he unconsciously scanned for that very thing. Over half a year flew by since he had last seen those emerald eyes and mischievous smile. His angel. He could not help the way his heart raced at seeing the blonde hair across the street and further down. She was standing in front of some shop, gazing at something in particular in the windowfront. Willing his heart to slow down, he subtly kept peeking, hoping to get a glimpse of her face. In his heart he knew it was futile, in the past it was never her, but hope always arose without his permission. A dangerous thing. This one wore a lovely light pink chiffon dress, sleeveless with ruffles towards the hem of the dress. The top layer of her long hair was pinned up while the bottom hung freely and beautifully.

Moments later, two lads came out of the store, young men really, both in clean pressed trousers, button down shirts, sports jackets and one in a hat. Immediately they walked the few steps to crowd the blonde, one leaning against the window glass to face her and the other hovering by her side. Grins on both of their face and they gave off the impression of superiority and confidence. That alone made Alfie want to fight them.

He knew he should leave it alone, he knew it was none of his business. Curiosity won out. He slowed his steps as he watched the interaction of the three further down. It was obvious, even from where he stood, the lads were trying to flirt with her…but without success. Her eyes remained straight ahead, ignoring them. Less than a minute later and without a word, she turned, starting to walk away, her back towards the lads and Alfie. One of the lads grabbed her hand and spun her back round to face him, not done flirting or still willing to work to get a reaction out of her. Perhaps she was purposefully playing hard to get?

She whipped around, staring annoyed at the lad before uttering something. With a twist of her wrist, she escaped his hold and quickly continued with her walk. Whatever she said, the two lads did not like. With a glance at one another, they followed her, keeping several paces back until the three disappeared from view down a side alley.

All the air had been knocked out of Alfie’s lungs, he was sure of it. For once she turned around and he was able to see her face, a sucker punch to the gut would have been more expected. For there she stood. He would recognize her anywhere for she haunted his dreams. Her delicate features pinched in annoyance as she spat something at him but that core strength visible even from here.

Immediately, as if on autopilot, his feet followed. He crossed the street, uncaring of the cars, carriages and other pedestrians. He had to get to her, to see her up close, to touch her and, if God himself was feeling generous, perhaps he could taste her lips once again.

“Alf, where you goin’ now?” Ishmael asked, having moved to his side. The lad was the same age as Alfie, both had their eighteenth birthday during Hanukkah. Having spent the past eighteen years growing up together, they acted more like brothers than neighbors. One thing stood resolutely between them, they would always have each other’s backs during the good and the bad times.

“Gonna pick a fight.”

“Uh huh…” Ishmael scratched the stubble on his jawline. “What for?”

“’member that girl I told ya ‘bout. Got me away from those coppers.”

“Yeah, you never got ‘er name.”

“Two fuckers just followed her down that alley.”

Ishmael grunted. No more needed to be said. He was the only person who knew the truth of that night and even then it took almost throwing fists between them for Alfie to confess. After, Ishmael had been sworn to secrecy or his tongue would be cut out. Nathan trailed behind the two, oblivious but uncaring. He was two years younger but Alfie tolerated him because he did not ask unnecessary questions nor go sticking his nose in unwanted places. The lad was just happy to be doing something instead of listening to his six younger siblings and mother in their one bedroom apartment.

Quickly they caught up to where the trio disappeared. As they turned down that side alley, a narrow thing between two sections of shops used to dispose of rubbish, the sounds of all of London faded. For Alfie could only see and hear the commotion before him.

Further down the two toff lads had her backed against a wall as they hovered over her. With an almost bored expression, she just watched them try and intimidate her. One hand loosely held her small purse while the other toyed with her hair.

“I will give you one last chance. Walk away or you will regret it.”

Her smooth voice flowed over him as he heard her speak to them. Internally he was amused by her statement but that still could not keep the red lens from coloring his vision. Those toffs needed to be taught a lesson and he had no problem being the teacher.

The one with the hat leaned forward and ran a hand slowly down her side, making sure to get a good touch of her breast before moving to her hip. “Come on, doll. All we are asking for is just a kiss. Don’t be so uptight. There’s no harm in a kiss.”

The other lad took a few steps back and lit a cigarette. He chuckled at his friend’s statement as he blew out a plume of smoke, ignorant of the trouble approaching.

“Oi! Look ‘ere lads.” Alfie loudly proclaimed as he ambled closer towards the trio, suddenly acting like he did not have a care in the world. An act because inside he was boiling with rage and hoped for nothing more than to ram both of the toffs’ heads against the brick wall. Multiple times preferably. “These boys ‘ere, right, don’t know how to treat a lady none. Tsk tsk. You boys need to go back on your mother’s tits until you know how to properly woo a lady. Cornerin’ her in a nasty alley ain’t the way to do it, yeah? For a posh girl like her, I ‘eard its about that champagne and roses, out dancin’ and the likes. Somethin’ you lot don’t know nothin’ ‘bout it seems. So before you piss me off more, right…fuck off.”

The one with the cigarette smirked around the fag in between his lips. “Oh? And who the hell asked for your opinion?”

“No one but it looked like you needed it.” He shrugged casually, his eyes looked between the two idiots and into the emerald eyes he longed to see. “You ok, Angel? They ain’t hurt you none, yeah?”

“I am fine, Alfie.”

Hearing her say his name sent a shot of warmth straight to his heart. She still remembered him, even after all these months.

“What? You know these kikes?” The one in the hat asked disbelieving, eyeing both her and the three Jewish lads blocking the front way out of the alley and onto the main street.

Alfie could feel himself along with Ishmael and Nathan bristle at the insult. Not that he had never been called that, he had heard all sorts of derogatory insults towards himself and his people, but it practically assured that he would break their jaw so they could not insult anyone for a long time after.

He did not wait for her response, as he laughed in her face. “You must be easy then, playing the innocent bird, but really you let kikes fuck you. You’re just as filthy as them.”

“Charles, shut it.” The one with the cigarette snapped at his friend. He stood between the two groups but kept his eyes on Alfie the whole time. “You lads head on back out. We will just escort the lady here back to her family at the tea shop. Nothing more needs to happen here. We were just teasing her. No harm done.”

“You see, that’s the thing, innit?” Alfie rubbed his hand over his chin, looking as if contemplating something monumental. “Your boy there insulted me and me friends. Worse though, he insulted the lady, yeah? So in me books, he needs to apologize to her then to me friends and me, yeah, then we’ll be on our way.”

The one in the hat- Charles apparently- sneered as he roughly shoved her further against the wall before storming over to stand by his friend. “What are you going to do about it, Jewboy? You are on the wrong side of the river to be saying anything. I can call the coppers and they will arrest your asses without question…because you are a dirty, money-loving, pig-fucking Jew.”

“Mate, I’m gonna make you eat those words. That s’what gonna happen now, yeah? You s’fuckin’ waste of air. Now, let the lady go and then we’ll see if you’re even able to utter the word ‘Jew’ after I’m done with you.”

“Are you her fucking bodyguard or something? I am not done with her. First I’m going to send you back to your shanties then I’m going to have her on her knees right here.”

“Who says I need a bodyguard?” Suddenly she moved from standing behind Charles to his side, a four inch pointed hair pin in her hand. As she moved, she dragged it along his throat until it landed on his bobbing Adam’s apple. Alfie had not even noticed her stepping away from the wall and behind the arrogant toff, she moved so quietly.

“Fucking bitch.”

In a flash she slashed Charles’ cheek before returning the hair pin to his throat. “You stand right here like a good boy until my friends and I are gone. If I look behind and see you following us, I will be sorely disappointed and this hair pin will pierce the very thing you are using to think, which in your case is not your brain.”

A faint snicker came from Ishmael behind him but Alfie kept his eyes on the dangerous beauty before him, both enthralled by her confidence and concerned for her safety. He could see it in the eyes of the lad Charles…he would not let her get away so easily, especially now after insulting him.

Ever so slowly, she pulled the hair pin away and took a step back towards Alfie. After a tense moment, she turned to walk the few steps to Alfie. With her eyes no longer on him, Charles moved. He snarled, moving to reach out and grab her but his hand never made it.

Alfie stood between them, appearing like an apparition in how quickly he moved. His fist reared back and slammed into the jaw of the foul-mouthed toff. All his pending rage from his ‘business’ and now being forced to listen to insults, all that anger fueled him to fulfilling his promise. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ishmael keeping the other lad back. With that knowledge, he poured all his focus and energy into making the lad eat his words and threatening his angel. An unforgiveable crime, really.

Two solid punches were all it took before Charles was on the ground. Yet Alfie was not done with him. Not yet. Punches and kicked rained down on the lad, a harsh lesson being taught that hopefully the idiot would remember. Soon enough, the lad was a blubbering, bloody mess on the dirty cobblestones. It was pathetic how soon his apologies and begs for mercy spewed forth in his mumblings, his jaw broken so his words were hard to understand.

Alfie stood towering over the lad, sprawled out on the ground; his chest heaving, bloodied fists by his sides. Like a judge condemning a prisoner to his sentence, Alfie pointed a finger at him. “I see you again, I’ll fuckin’ kill you, mate. And it won’t be easy or pretty, yeah? You watch your back.” He gave a long pause, letting his words sink like a stone in the shallow pool of the toff’s mind. With a satisfied grunt, he turned to face the other, sporting his own bloodied lip curtesy of Ishmael but that seemed the worst of it. “Get ‘im outta here.”

Without a word, the other lad gathered his friend up and helped carry him down the alley, keeping to the side streets to avoid the bloody spectacle they were.

“I could have handled them, you know. I had it under control.”

Alfie rolled his eyes as he turned to face her. “Yeah? Sure didn’t look like it none, love.” They stared at one another, a silent battle of wills. After a tense minute, he smirked. “’sides, I reckon it’s me turn to be savin’ you, yeah?”

With that she cracked a smile, the tension in the air melting away. After quick shake of her head, she sauntered over to his side. “Let me see your hands.”

“No, s’fine, love.”

“Was he born this stubborn or did his mother drop him a few times?” She looked over her shoulder at Ishmael and Nathan, both hanging back and observing the curious scene before them.

Her question made Ishmael chuckle. “We still ain’t figured that one out.”

“Ah, fuck off, mate.” Alfie growled at his friend but without real venom.

“Thought so.” She turned back her attention to Alfie. “Hands. Now.”

Grumbling under his breath, he held his hands out so she could quickly examine them and wipe the blood off with a handkerchief she magically pulled out of her small purse. He could not help but wonder if it was the same one from all those months ago. Her soft voice pulled him out of his musings.

“Maybe one of these days we will have the ability to meet without blood on your knuckles and it soiling my handkerchiefs.”

“No promises. How ‘bout next time you beat ‘em up and I’ll clean up your hands, mmm? Sounds fair to me.”

She laughed, a beautiful sound full of life. Head tilted back, eyes crinkling, just like he remembered.

“But fuckin’ hell, love. Since when you carry that hair pin?”

Done with wiping his hands as best as she could, she placed the soiled handkerchief in her purse and retrieved her hair pin out, handing it over to Alfie.

“Since someone told me its not safe to be walking around on my own.”

“Yeah, yeah, fuckin’ genius that one.” He mumbled, looking over the slender weapon. It was sleek and impressive. He had never seen one of these before, only ever heard of them. The head of the pin was a lotus flower with a small ruby in the center. The blade part was at least four inches, making the while thing only six inches but lethal if used properly. “Chinese?”

She nodded, taking it back. Quickly and expertly she twisted the top half of her hair into a bun and easily slipped the pin in to hold it steady. There it looked beautiful and innocent, its potential unimaginable.

“Bloody Chinese, yeah. What you doin’ now? Just takin’ a stroll?”

“It’s a lovely day, is it not?” She winked at Alfie before turning to the other two lads. “Pleasure meeting you two. May I inquire as to your names?”

Of course the cheeky bastard winked at her. “Ishmael, that one is Nathan…and what’s your name, love?”

“Tut tut. That is not have the game is played.” She gracefully slide over to Ishmael’s side and wrapped her arm through his. “Call me Angel. Now I was off to the pictures actually and it would be a true shame if I had to go alone. Who knows the trouble that could find me. How would you lovely gentlemen feel about accompanying me? The tickets will be taken care of. The Three Musketeers is playing and I have heard its riveting.”

“Sounds interestin’. ‘Sides, just met you, be a shame to leave you so soon.” Ishmael gave Alfie a sly grin before guiding her down the dirty alley and back onto the main street with her giggling.

Grinding his teeth, Alfie followed, jamming his hands in his trouser pockets. They ached some but none of his knuckles or fingers felt broken or dislocated. Probably a testament to the calluses he now wore for how often he used his fists.

“Who is she?” Nathan whispered falling into step next to him.

“A friend. An old friend.”

“A gentile?”

He stopped and got in Nathan’s face. “That s’fuckin’ problem?”

“No…no, Alfie.” He stuttered out, quaking under Alfie’s glare.

“Good, that s’real good coz you say one bad thing to her and I’ll make sure the boss knows you pissed your trousers last week, right, when supposed to be collectin’ dues, yeah?” Letting his threat hang heavy, he turned back around and started after Ishmael and his Angel.

Of the two of them, Ishmael was more flirtatious and now was no exception. Occasionally he would lean over and whisper something in her ear that would make her giggle. God above, Alfie had missed that sound though. Even if it drove him mad that his ‘best’ friend was the one drawing it out of her. He wanted to be the one holding her, making her laugh, soaking in her attention. But instead, he kept walking, hands in his pockets, eyeing anyone that looked at her for too long. He figured there was a game she was playing, he only had to sit back and figure out the rules before winning.

Finally they made it to the movie theatre. The giant board over the entrance announced the movies playing, the scent of popcorn saturated the air, especially once they walked inside. The carpeted floor cushioned all the noise from the other people and the machines. Truthfully, Alfie had never been to the pictures. There was never excess money to spare on such frivolity. By the looks on Ishmael and Nathan’s faces, they had never been before either. His eyes hungrily took in the sights around him, committing it to memory. One day he would be able to come to places like this whenever he wanted. One day he would not have to worry about scraping by for money. One day…

“This way, boys.”

Her voice caused the three Jewish lads to wake from their stupor and obediently follow her. She walked a head of them, her perk little arse a guiding light that Alife could not keep his eyes off of. Down a corridor, she stopped at one of the numbered doors.

“Ready?”

Inside was dim, the picture already getting started. Lights down, a good few of the chairs were filled up surprisingly. The four of them found open seats towards the back in a vacant row. At the end sat Nathan, practically bouncing in his seat with glee, Ishmael, Alfie and then Angel. As soon as the images started appearing on the screen, Alfie found his arm being lifted and draped over her shoulder, followed quickly by her tucking herself into his side.

“Oh, now you wanna be with me yeah? Thought you didn’t want nothin’ to do with me. ‘ell, I beat some wanker up for you and the thanks I get, you walkin’ off with me friend on his arm. Ain’t fuckin’ right.” He whispered into her ear, wishing for nothing more than to bury his face into her neck and hold her close.

“I would hate for them to feel left out…but I can switch seats with you if you prefer and cuddle up to Ishamel there. I do not think he would mind.”

“Shut your mouth. You s’my angel, yeah? I share many things, right, but I won’t share you none.”

“Do not forget it.” Her hand reached over and grabbed his other, toying with his fingers. “Will you have to leave right away?”

“Oi! If you two plannin’ on yappin’ the ‘ole time, move down a few seats.” Ishmael stage whispered, keeping his eyes on the screen.

Before Alfie could retort with an unsavory comment, Angel swiftly yet gracefully rose, grabbing his hand and started tugging on him down the row. He fumbled along behind her, the space between the rows of seats less than desirable for a broad lad like himself. Finally she stopped them at the complete opposite end of the row. He dutifully sat next to her and immediately wrapped his arm around her shoulders again. A glance around showed there was no one else within at least four rows ahead of them and only Ishmael and Nathan on the far side of the row.

“Alright, love, you got me all by me lonesome. Either you s’gonna ravage me or kill me and with it bein’ you…I ain’t sure, yeah? Gotta let me know if I need to defend meself, especially with that bloody hair pin.”

She smiled, a brilliant light amongst the dim of the theatre. “Do you have a preference?”

“Ah, it’s be a fuckin’ shame to die without kissin’ you once more, yeah?” He leaned closer and ran his nose along her ear, just barely able to see the goosebumps appear on her skin from his breath and proximity. “Kissin’ you be the closest I’ll ever get to heaven, Angel.”

“Cheeky bastard with your honeyed words.” She breathed out, her words hitting his lips as she turned to face him. A moment passed, their eyes locked, then she tilted her head and pressed her lips to his. Their mouths met hungrily, tongues dancing, breaths intermingled. Their desperation for one another evident and all-consuming. Her hands clutched his head, dragging him closer. That intoxicating scent of hers, lavender, clouded his senses and judgement. The notion that other people existed vanished in the thrall of passion, yearning for one another. Her touch, her taste, soothed his soul and mind, like he was the desert and her the first rain storm. Their lips parted with a smack, both panting and trying to keep the sound low. The separation was too much, he needed her.

His lips attacked her neck, kissing, sucking, an almost animalistic feel of just more. His hand tightened on her thigh, drifting further up under her dress. Her silk stocking was almost as soft as her lips. As his mouth sucked on a particular spot just behind her ear, a low wanton moan slipped out of her lips and landed in his lap. That sound was enough to make him hard right there. His hand continued to explore up her thigh. He traced the garter she wore, hoping, praying, wishing one day to only see her in those garters, stockings and heels. That was it. God, he wanted that now. Continuing northward, his fingertips trailed up past her garter and into uncharted territory. Never before had he gone this far with a girl. He had heard some of the other Gentile lads talk about it or their conquests, usually at a brothel. This was nothing like listening to them. Oh no, it was far better. Finally his fingertips slowly made their way towards her hot core. Then it hit him. She was without any knickers. Just a garter belt holding up her stockings. This whole time, she had nothing on under her dress and slip, or however many layers a young woman like her wore.

“What’s this, love? S’you a naughty girl?” He murmured into her ear, teasingly tracing her lower lips. Already he could feel she was wet and that did not help how hard he was.

“Alfie…” His name on her breath was the most erotic sound he had ever heard. It was both a prayer and a command. One in which he had no qualms answering. Without warning, he plunged his finger into her heat. Immediately his mouth covered hers, inhaling her moan and coaxing her tongue to dance with his while his fingers played with her.

It did not take long for her to peak. A clenching around his fingers and her sigh evidence along with the moisture coating his fingers. Her head tilted back, eyes closed, chest rising and falling rapidly as she descended back to earth was his new favorite sight. He could watch this all day long and never tire of it. Angelic no longer described her in the heat of the moment. Goddess was closer to the new truth.

“ S’right, love?”

“Stop fishing for compliments, you know you did amazingly.” She smacked his chest half-heartedly then her voice dropped down to a whisper as if voicing her thoughts aloud. “That was better than I ever imagined.”

“An orgasm or just me?”

She hesitated, biting her lower lip then purred out, “you doing it.”

He groaned, nuzzling her neck. “Angel, you canna say somethin’ like that. Me cock is ‘bout to explode, yeah, and I ain’t goin’ in me trousers like some boy.”

“Well, we cannot have that now can we…come with me.” Abruptly she stood, nudging him to get up.

That was honestly the last thing he wanted to do. It felt like he had a plank of wood the size of his arm in his trousers. Grumbling, he followed her around the last row of seats and over to Ishmael and Nathan. She leaned over Ishmael’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear, earning a nod from him. A quick peck on his cheek and she started towards the exit door. Confused, Alfie glanced back over at Ishmael who only sent a cocky wink before turning back to the screen. So he did what felt right. He followed her out of the exit door. As soon as they passed through and into the main corridor, her hand trapped his and tugged him to follow her.

“The fuck is goin’ on. What you say to Ishmael?”

“I told him you were walking me home.”

Well that sort of explained the wink. Before he could question her further, she opened a different theatre door and pulled him through. This one was dark, just a couple sporadic lights on to beat back the complete darkness. It was also empty, probably in between shows or something. The lingering scent of cigarettes and popcorn filtered through the carpet but all Alfie could smell was lavender. She pulled him to the front of the theatre and practically threw him down into one of the seats.

“What…Angel?”

“Stop talking.”

Then in that dimness he felt her hands tugging on his trousers. That little bit of friction was enough to cause him to hiss. Never had he been so hard. Maybe this was what hell would be like. No relief, continuous torment. He felt himself spring out from its encloser before being encased in something warm and wet. It was overwhelming. A loud groan escaped without his permission but he could not care in the moment. Her name, what she was to him, became a chant as his hands tangled in her hair. Galaxies and stars flew by him as the pleasure grew until he thought he could not physically take it anymore. Suddenly she began to hum and it was as if all the floodgates burst forth. He finished with her sucking him dry, then she released him with a loud, wet ‘pop’ and continued to kneel in front of him.

“What…fuckin’ hell, I mean…fuck…what…fuck...” His brain refused to cooperate, still lost in the waves of pleasure his body was coming down from. This…this had to be heaven. Surely, something this incredible had to be.

“Do not forget to breath, sweetheart.”

“I’ll try me best. Damn, love. You done that often?”

She shifted to lean over him, her face close. “And if I said you are my first?”

His response was to drag her down into his lap and claim her lips. How was this girl even real? She seemed more like something from his own personal fantasy. Both heaven and hell in its pleasure and torment. He did not even care that he could taste himself, so desperate was he to claim her in any way. Their lips clashed, breathing becoming erratic once again as something continued to build between them. Her hands slipped under his shirt, running up his bare skin as she straddled his lap. His own hands were not dormant, but searching, caressing, teasing anywhere he could. Her core rested over his manhood and the heat was scorching him but in the most delectable way. Did she realize how badly he wanted her? She did want him just as much? Was she a virgin? He was. A movie theatre was not the ideal location for losing one’s virginity but Alfie was not opposed right now. He wanted to hear her panting his name again, to see her come undone but with his cock instead of his fingers.

Suddenly all the lights turned on.

“Hey! You kids can’t be in ‘ere!” A distinctly male voice yelled at them, standing in the back near the projector.

The two separated, panting, laughing and smiling. Both had to adjust their clothing and her hair to look somewhat decent, like they had not just been about to…well, you know. They fled the theatre, escaping out of the room and out onto the main street. Broad grins plastered on both of their faces, they tried to casually walk down the street without attracting attention. A feat truly impossible for a young, aristocratic woman and a Jewish lad of a lower class walking side by side giggling and smiling. People take notice.

“I do need to leave now.”

“I’ll walk ya.” Before she could refuse, he tugged her arm through his “I ain’t done seein’ you yet. Only God knows when I’ll see you again, right? Unless you’re gonna tell me who you is, that’d solve this problem. You seem to know where I am.”

She laughed, placing her head on his shoulder momentarily. “You do not like calling me ‘Angel’? I am growing quite fond of it.”

“You’ll always be my angel, yeah. Dunno why you not want me to call you by youse real name.”

“Then you would have to call me either ‘lady’ or ‘miss’ before my name.”

His eyebrows rose at her confession, a confirmation of his suspicions. “Oh yeah? Well that s’somethin’, innit? My lady Angel…” He teased, aware of how stiff she had suddenly become while waiting for his response. She relaxed instantaneously when she realized he was continuing to stay light-hearted in their banter. “What brings you all the way out ‘ere, mmm? I can’t think a posh girl like youself, your governess or whoever the fuck minds you would like seein’ you strollin’ with the likes of me, yeah?”

“You arse! I do not have a governess!”

“But you had one?”

“Fine, yes, yes I did. But she was fired when I was twelve for sleeping with the butler and the horse master when she was supposed to be watching me. I convinced my parents I did not need another. ”

“No!” Alfie placed a hand over his heart with a scandalized look on his face. “Heaven forbid! That disgraceful wench!”

They both broke into peals of laughter at his fake posh accent.

“My father’s driver.”

“Mmm…what s’that, love?”

She sighed. “My father’s driver…he has a mistress out here. When it’s obvious it will be a long day for my father, his driver will claim to run errands but really goes to visit her. I caught him once, snuck into the car without him noticing and popped up just outside of her flat. He about shit himself. So we made a deal. We pretend he is driving me somewhere while he visits her…and I…I get to pretend to be someone else for a while.”

“Ah. No siblings to drag around with you?”

“No. I have an older brother but he is too busy and lost in his books and studies for me anymore.”

“Where does your father work?”

She hesitated before dropping her voice to barely a whisper. “Parliament. But no more, please. I do not want to talk about him.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He still let out a long whistle. So her family had wealth and influence. His desire to figure out who she was exploded exponentially. “That s’fuckin’ thing, innit, I could kidnap you and get a ransom, yeah? Bet you worth lots, yeah?”

“Yes…” Her voice abruptly shifted to dangerously low and harsh, the complete opposite of her usually smooth, sweet voice. “…but I would make you regret it for every moment left of your life until you cursed the money you took and the day you thought of betraying me. I would ruin you in every way possible until you could only crawl and beg in the gutter. ”

He paused, surprised by the venom in her tone and how cold she sounded. “Well, fuck, love. Remind me never to get on your bad side, yeah? Gonna make me piss my trousers the way you talkin’.” He chuckled when she nudged him but they kept stride.

“Tell me about your family.”

“Naw, you don’t wanna hear ‘bout them. Nothin’ interestin’ there.”

“Alfie, please.”

Whatever willpower he broke between those emerald eyes and her soft, pleading voice. He was practically clay in her hands. “Well, there s’me mum, younger brother and sister. Me father died years ago…” And somehow he found himself telling her about his life and family with stories that made her laugh. Time and the streets underneath their feet felt endless but in a positive way. He wished time could cease or never force them to separate.

*****

“That is my father’s driver up ahead.”

“Yeah? I’ll walk you this time. Kinda wanna see this wanker.”

They walked closer, eventually catching the eye of the driver. He appeared at least in his thirties with a modest suit, thick moustache and a hat tipped down to shield his eyes. He did a double-take, not recognizing his charge on the arm of a lower-class lad. With one last drag, he tossed his cigarette onto the ground and stomped it out with his shiny shoe before striding their way.

“Miss Sarah, you kept me waiting almost an hour. Your father will be upset with how long we were gone.”

“Miss Sarah, eh?” Alfie looked at the driver and motioned to the young lady on his arm. “So the lovely angel does have a name, yeah? She s’bein’ a pain by keepin’ her name a secret. Done broke me heart thinkin’ I’d never know ‘er real name.”

“You, shut your mouth.” She pointed at Alfie, amusement twinkling in those green eyes. Then she turned back to the driver, “Robert, my father will hardly notice. I decided to go to the pictures and it went longer than I anticipated but it turned out to be…most pleasurable. I do believe it might deserve an encore, and hopefully multiple ones. Truly a masterpiece.”

Alfie tried his hardest to keep the color off his cheeks and the blood from rushing into his trousers with the cheeky smirk Angel -no, Sarah- was giving him.

The driver -Robert- looked down his nose at Alfie, not even trying to hide his distain. Alfie could feel his hackles and anger rise within. “We must leave, Miss, before you return home smelling of the dreck this place is.”

He could not ignore that particular barb. Keeping his voice light and face friendly, Alfie subtly pulled Sarah closer into his side. “How’s that mistress of yours? She live round here, right? Me guess is on Queen’s Alley. What I’ve ‘eard is that’s where all the harlots live…but fuck if I’d know. That all I ‘eard, yeah? S’real shame how many men visits them, I ‘ear.”

Steam practically poured out of Robert’s red tinged ears. His sneer deepened but he cast his eyes to Sarah. “Two minutes, Miss.” Turning on his heel, he stormed back towards the car, lighting a cigarette as he went.

“I think he like me, yeah, fuckin’ bosom buddies now.”

She laughed, eyes crinkling and the sunlight shining on her blonde hair. His breath stuck in his throat looking at her. The more he learned about her, the ravenous yearning to learn more grew alongside. She was everything he wanted and needed in his bleak life- fun, a laugh readily available, unaffected by his anger and violence, uncaring of where he came from, smart, sexy, never truly docile, mischievous with a slice of danger that he found extremely attractive.

“I better go before Robert makes me walk all the way to Parliament from here. It is a lovely day but my feet would murder me if I walked there in these heels.” She joked, untangling her arm from his.

“Don’t go.”

She froze. “What?”

“Don’t go, love. Stay. I’ll take care of you, that s’fuckin’ promise, yeah? I ain’t got much, can get a job at the factory or somethin’ for extra money. We’ll get our own flat, you can make fancy like. Dunno how but I’ll always take care of you.” The words stumbled out almost in a drunken stagger. Vulnerable did not even begin to describe how he felt. Hands running through his hair, he kept his eyes downcast unable to meet hers. She would laugh at him, at his piss poor promise to provide for her. He could never give her what she already had, what she deserved. But by heaven or hell, he would willing work day and night to keep her by his side. To know she was waiting for him with one of her heart-stopping smiles. He was a fool.

Finally he glanced up and his heart broke. A single tear had slipped down her cheek, betraying the moisture in her eyes as she bit her plump bottom lip.

“No, love, none of that, yeah? S’alright.” Tenderly he wiped the tear away with his thumb, unsure what else to do.

It felt like Sarah and him were encased in their own bubble. The people walking by them on the street did not matter. The sounds of the cars, horses, carriage and pedestrians were drowned out by the stillness surrounding them. The only people in the world that mattered were staring at one another, wishing life was not so cruel.

“I wish I could, Alfie. Truly…but not yet.”

He could feel his heart deflate but suddenly her hands were cupping his cheeks, forcing his eyes to meet her teary ones.

“I will turn eighteen this summer, and I can come see you. My father cannot stop me then. Try not to forget about me, sweetheart.”

“Never.”

With his promise, in full view of God himself and everyone on the street, she kissed him. It felt like their seal, their declaration towards one another. They would find each other once again. The kiss ended far sooner then he would have liked but it was not like they could have a full snogging session tight there on the side of the street. Not that anyone could stop him if he wanted to.

Gingerly she took a step back. “Stay safe and be good, Alfie Solomons.”

“Miss Sarah, I am always on me best behavior.”

“I certainly hope not.” Her eyes lecherously trailed up his body. “I want to taste you again…and not just your lips.”

His trousers suddenly tight, he tried to ignore it and tease back. “How ‘bout next time I return the favor properly, yeah?”

“I will hold you to that.” With a wink she turned and walked towards the driver, still leaning against the car smoking a cigarette.

He greedily watched her, eyes soaking in every curve of her body to memorize until he could see her again. “Fuckin’ hell, that girl, yeah, be the death of me.”

As fate would decree, that summer would pass by slowly with distance between the young lovers. It would be two years before they saw one another. Two whole years in which the flames of their passion dwindled but never extinguished.

#Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders fiction #peaky blinder fanfic #alfie solomons x oc #Alfie Solomons #pre ww1 #mzwrites

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frobisher-smythe · 4 years

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The Reawakening

Chapter 1: House of Arrivals

Summary: When the Anubis kids return to school, they find themselves one member short. Sibuna is determined to discover why Nina has not returned and Eddie is just as motivated to keep them from the truth. But the truth always comes out eventually, and the Paragon/Osirian duo might just need their friends' help to survive. ______________________________________________ Basically, this is exploring the Chosen pair and what that means while introducing a new mystery at the house. I've had this idea since season 3 first aired and I was disappointed by the plot, so this is how I believe the series should have continued. Hope you enjoy!

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“So, no one has been able to get in contact with her?”

Amber’s voice rang out as they walked into the drama lounge. Everyone shook their heads.

“Even you, Fabian?” The boy shrugged his shoulders.

“We talked over the holiday, but it’s been nothing for a few weeks now. She would’ve said something if she knew she wasn’t coming back, I know it.”

The others gave Fabian sympathetic looks. They were all worried about Nina, but he was the most distraught, especially after Amber’s comment about him not making the America trip. It wasn’t his fault plane tickets were ridiculously expensive, even if Nina’s gran offered their home for him to stay. Right?

A ping on his computer brought Fabian out of his thoughts.

“Guys! She’s messaged me back!”

They all crowded around him with inquires, though Fabian’s excitement soon deflated once he read the message.

“It just says she couldn’t come back.”

“Well, ask her why, dufus,” Patricia’s comment was shushed quickly while they waited for the typing symbol to appear.

“Really, Fabian? Double texting?” Fabian shook his head at Amber in response. Finally, the little dots showed up and Fabian, along with the rest of Sibuna, almost held his breath. He knew there was probably some logical explanation, but his mind couldn’t help but wander to Joy and her disappearance, all because she was the believed Chosen One.

“She says there’s a letter? I don’t know what she’s talking about,”

“Maybe I should try messaging her,” Amber wondered out loud. “I’m very good at interpreting Nina,”

“Oh, shut up, Amber,” Patricia quipped, which earned her a huff from Amber and a harmless push from Alfie.

“Maybe it hasn’t come yet. Or maybe aliens took the memory of the letter from you and--” The ramblings of Alifre were cut short by a less harmless shove from Jerome.

“‘Ask Eddie’?” Fabian read. What did that mean? Eddie was his roommate, surely if he had a letter to give, he would have done by now. He thought back and realized that Eddie had been acting strangely. He was quiet when he’d arrived, and hadn’t joined in the uproar when Mr. Sweet told them of Nina’s departure. Still, all of that had to be just coincidence.

“Where is Eddie, anyways?” Alfie piped up. “Why isn’t he Sibuna-ing? Y’know because of that stuff from last term? The Oraden or whatever,”

“The Osirian,” Jerome supplied.

“He said he was staying after to get the homework,”

“Homework? Eddie?” Patricia sputtered. “Definitely not. I say confront him,”

“He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he? Why don’t you do it?” said Jerome with he signature smirk. Patricia faltered.

“I’ll do it,” Fabian spoke up, still staring at the screen. “After classes,”

Conversation between FabianRR and NinaM22

FabianRR: Why aren’t you back at school?

NinaM22: I couldn’t go back.

FabianRR: Why not?

FabianRR: Hello??

NinaM22: My gran. Look, the letter explains everything.

FabianRR: What letter?

NinaM22: Ask Eddie.

NinaM22 has signed off.

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Eddie sighed as he listened to Ms. Andrews prattled on about the French homework. He’d asked her about it, despite being fluent, in order to escape the Sibuna meeting he knew was about Nina. It was bad enough he would have to lie to them when asked questions about her whereabouts, but he’d also misplaced the letter Nina had written to help answer questions.

“Will that be all?” Ms. Andrews spoke.

Eddie shook his head out of his thoughts. “Yes, Ms., thank you,”

If avoiding Sibuna was this difficult already, he had no idea how he was going to make through the rest of term. Hopefully, everything would soon be sorted and he wouldn’t have to.

This summer, Eddie had gone to Cleveland to visit Nina, with the intention of figuring out this Osirian stuff. It was great, at first. He found that despite all their differences, Nina and Eddie got on really well. She told him stories of the house, of finding artifacts that made up the cup, about how Senkhara came to use Sibuna. He felt included. It didn’t last.

Things went wrong when they tried to discover what they could do as the Chosen pair. Victor Sr.’s ghost had told Nina of their duty to protect the world, but not how nor from what. With Nina’s naturally curious personality, she thought it would be good to test it. Eddie couldn’t blame her, of course. She was tired of being afraid of the abilities she knew she had.

The first time Eddie had ever felt a pull like the ones he’d been given at the house was when he was still at school in America with his mom. He’d been in school and suddenly he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t sit still. He needed to go somewhere, do something, but he didn’t know what. When he rushed out of the classroom, it had been the last straw in his generally unruly behavior and he was expelled. Through their swapping of stories, Eddie realized that this was the same day Nina had been trapped by Rufus and put the Cup together. It was his first Osirian instinct and, oddly enough, paved the way for his coming to Amun and meeting Nina.

If only their little summer test had such fate. They found they could connect on a deep level by concentrating on each other. It took some getting used to, after the first time Eddie could feel Nina’s emotions, just the same as she could his. It was weird, knowing someone that deeply when you had just met mere months ago. But it was also exhilarating. His purpose was clear and for the first time he felt like his duty of protecting her wasn’t impossible.

“Eddie!” someone’s voice rang out, interrupting his thoughts.

He glanced up to see Patricia rushing towards him, brow furrowed.

“I called you like three times, what’s up with you,”

“Sorry,” Eddie said, putting on a fake smirk. “Just in my head,”

“In your head? And what was with the staying behind for homework? It’s only the second day,” He shrugged his shoulders as his girlfriend prattled on. Normally, he loved listening to her ridiculous rants, but lately, after everything that happened, he couldn’t focus on much else beyond Nina. The sick feeling he’d felt in the classroom, the days when she was missing, and when she put the Mask of Anubis on -- it was constant now. He needed to fix this.

“Eddie! Are you even listening to me?”

“Sorry, yacker, I, uh, am not feeling well, I’ll see you later,”

He sped up and went on into class, sitting next to someone from a different house. The rest of the day he kept his head down, avoiding his friends. Logically, he knew it was probably a bad idea; he needed to act normal. Emotionally, however, he didn’t have the energy to care. He figured he could get through a quiet dinner at the house, and then message Nina. The sooner they figure this out and she could come back to school, the better.

His plans were interrupted as soon as he got to the house, with Fabian glaring at him in the entryway.

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A/N: Ayy that's the first chapter!! The next one will be up on Sunday 2/16! I've had this idea literally since literally 2014 and am super excited to finally write it. I've always been dissatisfied with the way season three went and the excuse of the Chosen One and the Osirian not being able to be near each other got my younger self thinking. I really hope you enjoy this and get lost in the mystery that's to come!! Let me know what you think!!

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lexa-kom-skaikru · 5 years

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So i know its been like a week but the more i think about what Harlots did the more pissed of i get. Not so much because of them killing Charlotte but because of how they destroyed her character and the show (if the stuff i saw the producer say on interviews is true). This entire show was about women prevaling in a society that wants them to be nothing more than props, about women fighting for what they want, it was a show about WOMEN. From the very begining Charlotte was the character (1/?)

that representedthat. She fought againts the Man Child and refused to let him be her keeper,manipulated him even when she had to. In season 2 she fought again against themost powerfull man of society, created a friendship with a Lady, pretended tobe on Lydia's side all for that porpose of fighting. Season 3 all of thatdisapears, sudenly she is not that person anymore, the old Charlotte would havenever envolved herself with a man like Pimp Guy, especially after what he did.

He represents everything that she has allwaysfought againts and yet they want us to believe that his dick is just so great(as if she has never had a good dick in her life she is a fucking Harlot forfucks sake) that she couldn't stay away from him. Also Charlotte has allwaysbeen a loyal person so what she did to Isabella was also really OOC, were it tohappen right after season 2 sure i would believe but not on Season 3 when theyshowed the 2 of them cool with each other.

So to concludeeverything about Charlotte this season made no sense unless to bring her to hervery last moments, and thats what i'm salty and mad about. They wanted to killher sure, its their show, dont like dont watch, but at the very least theycould have done it in a way that beffited her and everything the show used tostand for. This was a show about Women, Familly and Living in spite ofeverything, now its a show about Men and the women they destroy.

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First, I would like to apologize for taking so long to answer.

Secondly, this is about to be really long.

And thirdly, I completely agree.

I remember that even before this season started that I was concerned but I was keeping hopeful, because it’s Harlots! Come on!!! You know? This is the show that gave us EVERYTHING and more in the second season, not only in terms of representation but the writing was just amazing. It was too good to be true but I made the mistake of believing that a show this good was actually going to keep up the good work they were doing, not just for our community but for women in general.

But then, I started getting this feeling in the pit of my stomach and I tried to ignore it, but as my friends can vouch for me, I am a pessimist at heart and the feeling didn’t go away: new interviews kept coming in, the trailer and the fact that I “knew” that Jessica Brown-Findlay is an actress who doesn’t like to stay too long with her characters (Downton Abbey) because she usually gets her contracts to estipulate a 2/3 year commitment and nothing more.

Then all the info we got just kept being disappointing:

No Amelia a2nd Violet in the trailer;

No word on their presence in the season;

The actor who played Prince Rasselas confirming he wouldn’t be in this season;

The interviews that kept refering to Charlotte and Lady Isabella as “friends” and demeanishing their relationship last season;

The insistent promotion of Alfie Allen being in the new season;

The hints that showed that Pincher Dick and Charlotte would be romantically involved;

and finally, all the reviews coming in for episode 3 and revealing a “major” cliffhanger that would change everything that is “Harlots”.

Everything was leading me to be on the look out but I tried to ignore that feeling, and then the premiere happened. Dissapointment. Which was a weird feeling to have on a show that I loved so much. The weirdest part was that I saw that the show was still being well written and it still kept my attention but every character interaction was off. The plot was there but the heart wasn’t.

The weird pairing of Nancy and Isabella was my first sign of worry, specially since Charlotte and Isabella barely had any scenes together that episode - and then obviously, Pincher Dick. Episode 2 was when I started to lose hope of this show getting better and episode 3... well, let’s say I was lucky that I looked for spoilers before watching the episode and I was semi-ready for what was about to happen.

Charlotte’s arc this season was not only short but a freaking waste. Let’s not even mention the fact that her death was for man pain, but the man pain was for a freaking douchebag that we barely know, nor care about. It’s not like she dies to cause “man pain” to her pa and give him an arc for the season (which would still be fucking awful but at least it would be for a character that made fucking sense!).

Her death was the quickest and most disrespectful way to let her go! She not only died by being a bystander. She died due to a plotline that was not related to her own. She died by freaking accident. She died because she went to fuck some dude in Lady Isabella’s house aka the woman she loved last season and somehow this season is just gal pals with?

The whole thing was disrespectful to Charlotte and to the fans.

I just keep thinking... a bunch of people just sat down in this room to talk about the best way to write Jessica off the show and the best thing they came up with was “Charlotte dies by the hands of a man who goes to fight the guy she is screwing in the house of the character that she loved last season and who friends grew attached to” yes, that about sounds like the best way to kill off your lead feminist bisexual character who is basically everyone’s favorite.

I honestly struggle to even believe that they did that because how the fuck can they be that stupid? This show was barely noticeable until they got Charlotte and Lady Isabella together in season 2. That ship made this show take off! Charlotte made this show take off!

They knew that Jessica would be leaving in season 3 the latest and they decided to make her the bawd at the end of season 2 making everyone believe that she would be undoubtetly the lead in season 3.

They could have given Charlotte the hanging story line and it would have made more sense. Had Charlotte taken the fault for Lucy’s actions last season, her being the one to be arrested and then hanged for that crime to save her sister would have made more sense!!!! At least she would have died by her own choices and defending the one person she loves most!

Or even better, they would have given her the same out as Maggie and just have gone off to America, except she wouldn’t come back.

I just don’t understand the choices they made. They could have written her off with either a proper death or no death at all but they chose to do it in that very specific way... that very. disrespectful. specific way.

I will be honest, right after that episode aired I somehow still thought I could keep watching this show. I guess it hadnt sunk in yet but now? I am honestly not planning on it.

#mine #harlots #charlotte wells #jessica brown-findlay #fitzwells #lady harlot #Anonymous

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sopxhiea · 4 years

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Salvation

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Part 1

“The thin air in between the two was too tense for anyone to be comfortable in, her faces inches from his as they both thought of the same thing. Now it was his turn to take the step..”

The slow jazz music filled in the quiet room. There was small groan but no movement inside the warm office. It was almost time for the sunset but it was still too early. A few sighs later, the motionless room got alive again when she stood up, a long scarf around her shoulders as she collapsed onto the sofa in the corner.

Maybe it was seasonal depression, something she’d heard of from her friend in school. He had talked about the inevitable mood swings and how it affected some people more than the others. She was sure that would be the case with her as she massaged her scalp, tired from the day filled with nothing but work and stress. It certainly wasn’t easy to run an empire with a headache and a worn body.

Unlike what she portrayed in front of people, she was actually intensely emotional. She recalled the times she’d cried before going into a business meeting, simply because she thought she wouldn’t make it alive. Some other leaders had told her that she was the strongest woman they’d seen because it certainly wasn’t easy to do this, especially with all the prejudice and judgement she received for being a female.

And she’d thought that maybe with time, she would get better in a sense that would make her feel okay but every now and then, there was this pit of despair and sorrow she found herself in regardless of how well or terrible things would be going. So there she was again, laying on the sofa in her office as a pile of work waited her, maybe more papers than usual as she stared at the ceiling, unable to do any work but not able to find a solution.

Having things the hard way had taken its toll on her since she had been small. Not only had she lost her family but also anyone close to her and now, everyone saw her as a business figure and yes, she was strong and offered so much more than the surface but regardless, she was longing to be loved. She chuckled at herself, she was being weak again.

Still staring at the ceiling, she wiped the tear that escaped her blinking eyes. It will be okay, she told herself. It was a very tough time for every gang out there and being one of the top chains in the filed made it only harder for her to go through this. She didn’t move, just let the feeling of apathy wash her over body until her assistant came in, his name was Joseph and he was a very reliable man, someone who’d been through a lot of things with her so she didn’t feel the need to fix her emotions when he came in.

“Miss, there’s someone here to see you..” he said, realising that he was speaking to a wall with the way her eyes lost life for a while.

“Hmm.” she said, not a hum of approval nor satisfaction. She sat up after a while when Joseph didn’t leave, forcing herself to look at the tall man standing in front of her.

“He is a Shelby..” he said, slightly alarming her as she fixed her dress after getting up. She didn’t know what any Shelby would be doing here at this very hour which made her face seem more confused than she actually was.

“Which Shelby, Joe?” she spoke, calling the man by his shorter name as she waltzed around the place, her small break of despair was now taken by storm.

“I believe his name is Thomas, ma’am.” he said, not dropping his pen from his hand as he made gestures in the air. “And he seems to have brought company..” he said, before waiting for Y/N to tell him what to do with the situation.

She just looked at him. She didn’t know what Thomas was doing in her place of business, he would usually schedule something. He was one of the only people who knew her personally due to the connections between their fathers. She trusted Thomas and the Shelby clan in general but not too much, she was very well aware of the fucked up shit they were capable of doing so she kept her distance for all this time.

“Send them in..” she said, sitting on her chair in the spacious office, skimming through the same pages of an accountant’s book for a while like she’d one for the past hour. She was feeling a little out of it at the moment.

When Thomas came in, she noticed that he had a couple new scars. That either meant that he had been in a bar fight or that he was in danger of some sort but then again, he always was. There was a young man Y/N hadn’t seen before, maybe she’d seen him around but never next to Thomas. He reminded her of Polly but she wasn’t sure.

“Hello, Y/N.” Thomas said, walking towards where she sat as she had no care in the world for this spontaneous visit.

She wasn’t like any other gang leader out there. She had no fear and didn’t flinch at the presence of a threat. She mostly didn’t care for the bloody works done in her company or by any other gangster klan other than to order for them to be done. This strength of being fearless at the presence of power was what made her so successful at this business, men were usually cowards.

He sat down with no hand shake, he would usually kiss or shake her hand so he assumed it was an urgent matter, Tommy was like her in that way where he didn’t spend time doing useless societal built bullshit like greetings when he was gonna order someone to kill their man. She didn’t give him or the man next to him a smile as they got comfortable in their chairs and looked up to her as she expected a word.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” she spoke, her words were bitter and she didn’t mean any of it.

“I heard you’re doing business with the Jewish gang.” he said, lighting a cigarette as the man next to him looked at her a little too intensely.

“Who’s the lad?” she asked, avoiding the inevitable question but Tommy let it slide, there was too much history to ruin the relationship he had with Y/N.

“Michael. Poll’s son.” he spoke, shifting on his chair again as he inhaled the smoke that rested in between his lips.

“Oh..” she said, disappointed and she showed it through her expression. Poll was a great woman but this new son had come out nowhere and she didn’t trust men, usually.

“Answer the question, eh?” Thomas spoke again, looking out the window as he waited for a response. The sun was setting.

“How’s Grace?” she asked this time, making a point of avoiding the topic all together.

“You had a meeting with Solomons?” asked Thomas. Around London, gangs watched every move that went on inside the field and it was no surprise that Thomas knew this but she didn’t know why he was asking. “Grace is fine.” he spoke again, looking at her eyes as they stared at each other. She found him irritating but regardless, he was a great businessman.

“Why does that concern you?” she spoke, doodling at the end of the paper she had in front of her as Michael watched her.

All that went through Michael’s head was that she was too young. She seemed to be the same age as him, or around there as she pretended to be busy with the pen in her hand. When he got in the car, Tommy had told him and the rest of the boys to be careful because where they were going was simply dangerous but there she was, a young girl talking to Thomas casually and he saw nothing dangerous about it.

“It concerns me because I need to know of our deal is still on..” he spoke and then it hit her. Thomas was having a little bit of a conflict with Alfie on a certain matter now, even though they had done business before. The Shelby had come in to test in waters.

“The deal is on as usual..” she said, looking at Thomas and then Michael. “Just because I’m doing business with him doesn’t mean our deal suffers damage..” she said, she knew a few occasions where Thomas had been betrayed by someone he trusted so she knew that he was just checking in with her. He didn’t want to lose this time as well.

“You’re doing business with him?” he asked, he had thought it was a simple meeting but then, it never was with Alfie.

“Seeing as a signed a couple papers last week..” she spoke, breathy. “Yeah, I am.” she nodded, a smirk on her lips as she traced the cover of a book she had on her desk, waiting for him to talk this time.

“Well...” he spoke but then nothing came out of him for a while. He spoke to Michael about the accounting matters for a short period of time before getting up, all ready to leave. “Be careful.” Thomas said, she didn’t want to hear that but there it was. He had been a long time family friend and now a crucial business associate so he couldn’t afford to lose her.

“Sometimes, I think you forget who I am..” she murmured under her breath but she also knew he had heard her before walking out of the office to take care of some other business.

The longer she sat in that office, the more she wanted to do nothing and waste time. She didn’t want to take care of the business at the given moment although she knew she had to, she could always stay until late one day and work till the morning to get it done, even though that was a bad idea. There were days like this when the urge to do nothing simply washed over her and this time, she surrendered.

And instead of doing nothing, she would pay the infamous Mr. Solomons a visit...

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She was out of breath when she met the young face of Alfie’s assistant again. He had a curious yet suspicious look on his face but after all, she had expected that much. She gave him a generous smile for the first time and didn’t walk into the office like he had expected her to do but instead, nodded slightly and spoke.

“Is he in?” she said, soft this time unlike the last visit she’d paid and Ollie had thought it would be the last one but there she was again.

After her visit, Ollie had also realised how quickly Alfie started to work. He was an efficient man regardless but it was almost like he was chasing something, someone...Ollie thought maybe he had to go somewhere or meet someone and seeing as the young lady in front of her was his last visitor, the rest of the puzzle was easy to figure out.

“Yes bu-” Ollie tried to speak and before he was finished she barged into the room, just what he’d expected.

She had her hands holding her coat in place as she walked in, her hair being swayed in the process of trying to get in the office. She was wearing her beige coat this time with a blue dress underneath, her gloves were black as usual but she was wearing one with pearls this time. Her white jewels matched too as she barged in, not caring for what was going on inside.

And there Alfie sat. A little confused and a little angry as she looked up to the pretty face he’d promised to visit. He was calculating numbers for all she could see from the papers in front of her, he seemed focused so a little part of her regretted not listening to Ollie and just storming in his office but after a while, when the simple expression of shock was replaced by a pleasant look on his face, she spoke.

“Hi, Mr. Solomons..” she said, unsure of how to carry on with the conversation. She had an idea of what she wanted to say to him but now that his blue orbs were staring at her, she was not quite sure of how to phrase things.

“Hello, dove.” he spoke, feeling a warmth in his chest when he saw her.

Truth was, he had wanted to visit her for the whole week since he’d seen her but there was so much work and unlike Y/N, Alfie wasn’t willing to pull all-nighters as his age was nearing forty and he needed the daily rest, he also wanted things to be in order so he had been working the whole time. The doll-faced girl hadn’t left his mind: he had done his research about her after wards and concluded that she was a fucking hero in this garbage of a place for running a business like that but there were things he was curious about outside of business: it was the feisty lass.

She wanted to apologise for barging in but that was soft, too soft for the impression she gave off last time. She didn’t say much and took the seat in front of him, his tense gaze never left her. She didn’t take her gloves off now, she would when she got comfortable, she thought to herself as she eyed her rings. He was showing his rings off to her.

“I didn’t mean to intrude..�� she spoke this time, Alfie was really enjoying eyeing her and could go for hours so she felt the need to speak up, otherwise this man was gonna eat her alive with his eyes. “..but I had a visitor today and he warned me about you..” she said, testing waters. Alfie glanced at her once more before leaning back on his chair that groaned the more he moved.

“His name, right, is Shelby?” he said, getting up and walking around as she stared at Alfie.

For a man, he was quite bulky, built was the right word to use because he carried it around exceptionally well. His beard didn’t hide the handsome face under it but it fit him well. He was walking around the room, around her to be precise to see how she reacted.

“So you know..” she said, breathy as she shook her head, looking down. Course he knew. The transactions like this were known well around the place and no wonder Alfie had men around her place.

“Course I know, right..” he said, sitting down at last as she eyed him this time. ”Thomas is an old mate of mine.” he said, lowly chuckling as the voice Y/N heard sounded nothing but like music to her ears.

“He’s just fucking messin’ around...” he said, still conflicted as to why Thomas would go all the way to warn her but paid it no mind, he wouldn’t betray Alfie.

“I see..” was all she could mutter when she realised it was a game Thomas was playing with Alfie and she had no valid importance in it other than being the con for the moment, which she didn’t care for.

“So you, right, came all the fucking way to tell me that Thomas Shelby, yeah, warned you about me?” he said, looking down at her as she sat on the chair, taking her gloves off this time as he watched the movement.

“That..” she said, nodding as she spoke to the tall man. “.. and also I thought you’d be paying me a visit..” she said, low this time as a smile found its way to his lips at the young faced lady’s confession, she was blunt and he loved it.

All there was for a moment was intense eye fucking from Alfie. Unlike all the other women who were lucky enough to be stared by him, Y/N didn’t flinch, shift in her seat or blush but instead stared back with a stern expression which only made Alfie feel hotter than he already was for her.

“I was busy, doll.” he said, sitting back on his chair as she took the sight in, oh how lovely was he.

“So am I..” she said, testing his patience as she got up, signalling that she was gonna leave soon. “So I’ll take my leave.” she whispered, Joe and Ollie watched them behind the glass like it was the pictures.

She wasn’t gonna do much when she arrived at the company but at least she’d be there. She had no time for the games this man wanted to play and frankly, they were both busy so there was no use of hanging around if they both had work to do, even though it was what they wanted desperately.

“Doll, yeah?” he managed to mutter out right when she was exiting the door, she swiftly looked at his face, no emotion present. “Why come all the fucking way here, right, and leave without trying the food around, yeah?” he said, desperately wanting her to stay so that they would talk and he would see more of her face around because the more he looked at her, the more whole he felt inside.

“What food, Mr. Solomons?” she asked, still trying to get her gloves on but not being able to do it on purpose so he’d persuade her.

“It’s a fucking bakery, love..” he said and there she was, walking into the office as Ollie had some treats prepared for her. There was a few treats left from the last time Alfie had tried something for himself and there was always rum around so she’d stick around for a bit, he thought.

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After a couple hours of talking, Y/N trying Alfie’s sweet treats and rum, she sat on the sofa with her feet on the table in front of her. Some of her lower thighs were showing but the rum had intoxicated her, she wasn’t a drinker and it had made her loose in front of Alfie in about half an hour. She was giggling at he said, he swore that the smile on her face was the most beautiful one he’d seen and so he kept making silly comments and jokes to keep her smile on her face, he succeeded.

“That doesn’t make sense.” she spoke with a grin on her face, looking at her hands which were absent from any rings whereas his was full of it.

Alfie had learned about how Y/N had to take over the business at a young age and how she also had no choice but to run the place until her mother died. She was a tough one, at least from the outside. Alfie had almost caught her tearing up but she had pushed the tears back before he had a chance and went on with the conversation.

She had many big deals with a lot companies, both big and small and the more she answered Alfie’s questions about her so eloquently and with grace, the more Alfie grew to admire her. She also had questions of her own but they were out of business, personal questions that came out of sheer curiosity that she had been having in her mind for the past week and so she asked every question that came to her mind and by the end of the hours they’d spend together, they were pretty familiar with each other.

She learned that Alfie served in that gut wrenching war alongside many you knew. He was a captain of some sorts there and when he came to Camden Town after the war was over, he built himself his own ship here. He was sharp, attentive and intimidatingly clever and handsome to a point where Y/N sometimes had to tear her gaze apart from his face to gather her thoughts.

Alfie didn’t understand how this little young lady was capable of doing so many things on her own. He loved women, worshipped them to be exact but he’d never met her kind before. She was determined and stubborn. She had this rosiness to her that came with her young age, it made Alfie want to be young again, then maybe she’d give her a chance.

But what he didn’t know was that she didn’t care: about his age or the job because quite frankly, she liked the man she was talking to very much.

“Mr. Solomons, I-” she spoke but he cut her off.

“Alfie, doll, yeah?” he said, sitting on the sofa in front of her. She was having too much fun with this man and didn’t want to leave but she had a boring yet important life out of his office that she needed to attend to.

“I need to take off.” she said, realising that the time she’d spent talking to him was more than she could muster. She had an important deal to take care of tomorrow in Birmingham and she needed to set everything in order before that.

Alfie had also confused her. She had been calm and collected until a couple more drinks were brought and the next thing she knew, she was telling him about her past and the experiences she’d had in this business. She didn’t share, with anyone. She kept things to herself, partly because there was no one to talk to and also the people around her could be dangerous. There had been times when she had trusted someone too soon and the next thing she knew, she’d been betrayed.

“You seem to be having a fucking good time here..” spoke Alfie, leaning on his elbows while they stared at each other. “...and I ain’t gonna lie, yeah, you’re a sweet fucking thing to have around..” he said again, they had drank the same amount but he was completely sober, just honest as he spoke.

He didn’t finish, not because he was afraid but because she was looking at him so intensely. She was looking at him like he was the one thing missing from the dull life she had, like he had all the power over her and she’d give her anything if he only asked. He swallowed harshly, telling himself that it was the booze even though he didn’t have a lot of it right this moment in his system.

“I have this thing to take care of..” she said, massaging her scalp as she got her coat on her body. He just watched. “..a deal..” she whispered as her eyes caught his.

There was no sun out there anymore. It was late and she needed to get back in her office. She had slacked off this week anyway and this wasn’t helping. The slow wind came in the office when Ollie came in, Joe was wondering around the place and he was a little drunk from the samples Ollie had given him.

“I’ll..uhm..” she looked at him as he stood up, towering above her as she once again realised how tall and built he was which made her breath go away for a minute before she regained consciousness.

“I’ll come visit, doll, yeah?” he said, she could feel his breath on her skin and it burned, but she loved it. Her lips were numb as she stared at his, there were a couple of ways this could go about. She wasn’t silly, no matter how intoxicated she was, she wouldn’t kiss him. This was something she never did, the drinking or the talking so her judgement was very clouded. She chuckled at her thoughts before looking at the awaiting man in front of her. She gave him a small smile before muttering a small goodbye.

She nodded when he helped her with her gloves. His touch was nothing like she’d expected: it was soft and warm. He acted like she was fragile piece of glass as she stared at her, like a kid looking at their admired one. She swallowed, softly, before looking at him one last time.

“Goodbye, Alfie.” she said, feeling a warmth spread along her chest as he smiled at her, she liked his name.

“Take care, doll.” he said before she walked away with her drunk assistant to their car.

When they laid on bed that same night, there was a sheepish grin on Alfie’s face. Even Cyril had realised his owner’s lifted mood as he walked along the corridors of the house with the thought of the visit he’d soon pay Y/N. She, on the other hand, was confused and tired as Alfie’s face reappeared in front of her every now and then, creating small storms inside her chest.

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I hope you enjoyed it! Some parts were influenced by Greta Gerwig’s Little Women because it’s a masterpiece.

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