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mlmxreader · 3 months

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I Spy... a Budding Romance | Alfie Solomoms x nb!reader

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↳ ❝ "If you keep doing that, we won't be going anywhere." "Is that supposed to sound like a bad thing?"

[No pressure, but could this be with the Fiesty pairing please?]❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Alfie are getting closer and it's only a matter of time until something develops even more.

: ̗̀➛ swearing

↳ PART ONE: FEISTY

↳ PART TWO: ACCEPTANCE

↳ PART THREE: I WANT YOU TO STAY

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Alfie stretched his legs as he stared out of the window of the car, his hand on your thigh as he watched the hills roll on past; somehow, he had managed to convince you to spend the weekend with him at his sister's home on the outskirts of the city.

He still wasn't sure what stroke of luck had blessed him, and when he moved his hand slightly upwards, he flinched; the sharp sound of a playful slap, against a soft sting on his wrist made him draw his attention to you as he cocked a brow and tilted his head to the side.

You took a second to glare at him, although he could see the tremble in your lip as you chewed at the inside of it; desperate not to laugh but failing so terribly at keeping it hidden.

"If you keep doing that, we won't be going anywhere," you threatened.

"Is that supposed to sound like a bad thing?" Alfie purred, leaning over so that he could gently kiss the side of your neck.

You gently pushed him away. "Fuck off!"

"Alright, alright," he hummed, leaning back and watching as you grinned and laughed to yourself. "Fuckin' 'ell, no need to be so feisty all the time."

"I wouldn't need to be if you kept your hands to yourself," you warned.

"Oi!" He gasped. "Look who's fuckin' talkin', sunshine!"

"What?" You laughed loudly at last, the sound musical to Alfie's ears and making his heart pound as much as his head spin.

"Last night," Alfie started, "you couldn't keep your fuckin' hands off me! Constantly fuckin' shoving your cold hands up my shirt!"

"It was cold!" You defended, trying to sound convincing.

"Yeah, sure," he scoffed, beaming as he hummed and pulled the brim of his hat over his eyes. "You love me, treacle, that's why you can't keep your mitts off me, you mug."

"Fuck," you breathed out. "You are such a bellend."

"You love me deadly," Alfie mused with a shadowed grin.

You rolled your eyes. "It's dearly."

"Whatever you say, my love," he chuckled, earning a playful smack to his shoulder that made him guffaw.

"Stop it!" You laughed. "I'm trying to fucking drive!"

Alfie eyed you from under the brim of his hat, grinning from ear to ear; he never would have thought from the first time he had met you at your shop that he would end up attached at the hip.

He insisted that you were to always be in his eyesight, even going so far to move his office to be across the street from you; you would have lunch with him in his office every day, talking for hours until one of your employees stood outside and waved you over to come back.

You always kissed his cheek, telling him to behave or you would finish all the puzzles in the newspaper.

It was routine, and as easily as Alfie fit into it, you took to it like a greyhound chasing rabbits. He loved it, but you never told him you did. He could see it in how you smiled and laughed, though, that was enough for him.

As much as you did enjoy his company, though, you would never tell him; Alfie had a big enough ego, you didn't need to feed into it by admitting that not only did you adore him, but you massively enjoyed his company, too.

You hated it when he left on work trips; you rarely slept when he was gone at night, even though Cyril always slept at the foot of the bed and kept you safe, you just couldn't quite snuggle down and drift off the same way you could when Alfie was there.

But you knew he felt the same, as he always called and spoke to you for hours; constant banter and teasing, just like there was now in the car.

He made you laugh, in all honesty, and you appreciated that about him more than anything else; he made you laugh, and not even just occasionally, either, he kept up with you and your humour with ease. You liked that the most about him, although you still wouldn't be caught dead saying that.

"Alright, sunshine," Alfie hummed, removing his hat and staring out the window. "I spy with my little eye... somethin' beginnin' with A."

You scoffed. "Agricultural land?"

"What the fuck?"

"Never mind," you laughed softly, rolling your eyes. "I dunno."

"Amazin'," he beamed, turning to you.

"Alfie..." you huffed. "Shut the fuck up."

"Your turn, my love."

"Fine," you mumbled. "I spy with my little eye... something beginning with... C."

"Cows?" He guessed.

"Nope."

"Crows?"

"Nah."

"Cars?"

"Wrong again," you laughed. "You're shit at this game, y'know."

"Oh, fuck off," Alfie laughed. "What is it?"

"Cunt," you hummed, gesturing to him. "G'on, your turn."

"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with S," he told you with a large smile.

"Seagull?" You guessed.

"No."

"Sun?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Song birds?"

"See, now who's shit?" He guffawed.

"Shit in your hands and clap," you grinned. "Tell me."

"Significant other," Alfie told you.

The car lurched to a stop.

"What?!"

"You," he started, "look, treacle, I fuckin' know that you like me, and I fuckin' like you in all. I don't see why we don't say, well fuck everybody else - we're gonna be together. I mean, think about it - you're amazin', you're fuckin' brilliant. You're my sunshine."

You licked your lips before sighing heavily. "Alfie?"

"Mmhmm?"

"I need you to shut the fuck up," you breathed out. "And I need you to meet me at the left side of the car, and if you don't fucking kiss me, I will bin every single earl grey teabag you own. Do I make myself clear?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Unfortunately."

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blackthornslightwood · 5 years

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Can someone write me an Alfie Solomon’s imagine? Where the Shelbys kidnapped you Alfie wife as you saw something you shouldn’t of. But they don’t notice who you are until they see the tattoo on you wrist. Maybe Alfie shows up after a phone call with Thomas waiting for their exclamation

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roguetargaryen · 4 years

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AU Part 7: First Time

Imagine the youngest sister of the Shelby siblings and having to marry Alfie Solomons in order to keep an alliance with him.

After settling into her new home, Eleanor has been feeling nervous for her first night with her husband. She's heard the rumors from her brothers of how ruthless he be that it made her even more nervous to consummate her marriage.

She was prepping for the evening lost in her own thoughts, she failed to realize she left the door slightly ajar. It wasn't until she heard the door creak that she turned around and saw Alfie at the door.

A: "Am sorry love...dinnit mean to startle you. Just wanted to make sure you were setting fine yeah. I uh will be down the hall if you need anything."

E: "You're not staying here?"

A: "I just thought ya might want to wait...."

E: "Alfie I have never....this would be my first time...."

A: "Only if you want me to love yeah."

E: "Just be gentle please?"

A: "Anything for you love."

AN: Just some fluff from Alfie. I have never written smut before so I'll leave it up to the reader for now. Like for more! Also, unless claimed otherwise, gifs posted a are NOT mine. ♡

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pettyprocrastination · 5 years

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The Jeweler that shined so bright Alfie Solomons x Reader

“Good morning Mr.Solomons!” You chirped upon seeing the smiling man enter your store. “I thought our payment wasn’t due until the fourth?”

You had a good relationship with the jewish gangster. He provided your jewelry store with high security in return for a small turn of the profit each months. You've been told that the deal you made was a stroke of luck with the madman, who was known for getting as much money as he could out of people. Not helping them for little in return.

“Well actually I’m here to buy something love.”

“Oh!” You shuffled from behind the counter. “Anything I could help you with?”

“Just something for a special somebody, you know how it goes.” His sheepish smile and red face made your heart fall. You didn’t try to lie to yourself about your feelings for the man, but you’d be a fool to think he saw you in the same light.

“Oh, well that’s lovely sir! If there's anything I can help you with-”

“Please y/n! I've told you time and time again just to call me Alfie.” With a kind smile, he perused the store, stopping to stare at necklaces and rings that caught his eye.

Of course he had somebody, you thought bitterly. I’d be a fool to think otherwise. She’s probably high class too! Why would he want a measly shop owner when he can have-

“Y/n dear, would you come here for me?”

You scurried over to his side. He pointed to a diamond necklace in one of the cases, shining up at the two of you.

“Take that one out for me, would you?”

You took it out and held the piece out to him.

“Right, put it on then.”

You nearly dropped the necklace.

“I’m-I’m sorry?”

“Want to see what it looks like on you.” Was his gruff reply, not wanting to anger the gangster you quickly slipped the necklace over your head and onto your neck. The cold jewel laid against your chest. Alfie stared at you and let out a low whistle.

“That’s fucking lovely isn’t it. You look like a right fucking queen in that piece.”

“Thank you sir.” It was silly to blush over the compliment as he picked out gifts for another woman but your heart protested. You took the necklace off and held it gingerly. “Should I go ring it up for you?”

Alfie stopped and stared at you for a moment before nodding. After paying for the necklace you handed the gift to him, to which he them handed right back to you.

“Um, Alfie?”

“Yes?” He didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with this picture. Him holding out the necklace to you that he just bought from your store. “You not like it? I think it looks perfect on you right, very suiting. Compliments your eyes very well-”

“What are you doing?” This wasn’t going the way he planned it to. He shifted under your gaze and tugged on the collar of his shirt before thrusting the bag into your hands again, this time a bit rougher and shakier than before.

“Right well I bought it as a gift for you to wear tonight when I take you out for dinner.”

“You’re taking me out to dinner?” Alfe groaned at your clueless expression.

“If you have me. I understand if you don’t want to right, ugly old man like myself and you've got your own business to worry about I won’t bother-”

You laid a dainty hand on his shoulder and smiled. “I’m sure I can take off for one night Mr.Solomons.” Alfie let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding in. “What time will you pick me up?”

“Seven. Will you wear the necklace?”

“I’d be a fool if I didn’t. I’ll see you soon Mister Solomons.” You disappeared into the back of the store and Alfie stood frozen with baited breath and a weak smile.

No jewel could ever compare to the way you shined to him.

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pettyprocrastination · 5 years

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Alphonse? Alfie Solomons x reader

“Is Alfie your full name?”

Alfie looked up from his book, glasses perched on the edge of his nose. “Scuze me?”

You shrugged and removed your hands from Cyril’s head, who then whimpered at the loss of your warm hands. “It’s just that Alfie sounds like a shortened version of a name. I was wondering if that’s your actual name or just a nickname or something.”

“Right well if you don’t fuckin’ like my name-”

You slapped your boyfriend’s chest. “That’s not what I mean you big oaf! You know I love your name dear.”

Alfie smirked and gripped your hips. “I could tell by the way you were yelling it last night.” Memories of the night before flooded your brain and you blushed. Alfie hoped the insinuation was enough to keep you from asking about his name more.

You went to slap his chest again, but this time he grabbed your wrist. There was no malice as you both giggled like children in the altercation.

“Right well I’d really love it if you stopped fucking hittin’ me!”

“I would stop if you just answered by damn question!”

Alfie looked over at Cyril, whos head was laid utop your stomach. “See what I have to deal with? See how this bloody woman hurts me?”

You sighed and laid your head on his shoulder. Looking up at him with your infamous puppy dog eyes that he just couldn’t resist. “Please Alfie?”

The man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jesus fucking christ, fine woman. It’s mphmfur.” He rubbed his mouth as he spoke, effectively muffling his voice and hiding his true name from you.

“I’m sorry dear, what was that?”

“Well I said it’s-” This time he interrupted himself with a cough. You laughed at his childish antics.

“Alfie spit it out or I swear-”

“Alphonse!” He shouted. Both you and the dog jumped at the sudden outburst, but he soon settle lazily once more on your lap. “Alphonse. Alphonse Solomons if my birth name alright.” The tips of his ears turned pink in embarrassment, he looked anywhere but your eyes. “Mum really must of have hated me to give me that wreck of a name right.”

You scoffed and slapped his shoulder.

“Stop fucking hitting me!”

“You had me so worried Alfie, Jesus! Alphonse isn’t that bad.”

“No it is yeah it’s fucking horrid-”

You cut off his rambling by grabbing his face and pulling you in for a kiss. He froze for a moment before pulling you onto his lap. Cyril knew where the actions led so the dog hopped off the couch and settled onto the warm carpet instead.

You pulled away breathless, Alfie looked more than flustered at your response to his true name. His face was bright red and his breathing heavy.

“I happen to think Alphonse is a very handsome name love. But you’ll always be my Alfie.”

“Right well I hope you love my last name even more love because it’ll be your eventually.” You pulled away with a coy smile.

“Is that a promise, Alphonse?”

The man pulled you in close for another kiss that would no doubt lead to more.

“I swear on it or my name isn’t Alphonse fuckin’ Solomons.”

This drabble is some hot fuckin garbage but it's my way of telling yalk i also write for my boy Alfie solomons

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