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all lesbians need their weird little guy!! (varbu, she/her; alfie, he/him)
#technically varbu has two.this is just one of them#varbu villalobos#alfie sprog#ocs#my ocs#oc#my oc#original character#original characters#digital sketch#digtal art#digital drawing#digital doodle#original art#id in alt text#m'art#lesbian#gay
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alfie n steven be nice to me the front bottoms. "we are running out of time we are running we are running but you're a killer and i'm your best friend think its unfair your situation u say im changing sorry i didnt know i had to stay the same can we talk about this later your voice is driving me insane" etc.
HELLO????? cannot believe. the front bottoms wrote a song specifically for alfie and steven. how did they know. the best friend/killer thing is especially insane like Hi.
#okay well i know what song i'm going to be listening to at work now .jesus#maybe one day i make a post abt these ocs. for the world Who knows#alfie sprog#steven carbonara#my ocs
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Cold Feet - Part 15
Shadow of doubt.
A/N: Hello my darlings! Itâs been a while, too long a while, I know :( What an absolutely awful year itâs been for all of us! I can only hope that youâre all well and keeping safe. Hereâs a long overdue cold feet update to keep you occupied.
Song: Paramore - Tell me howÂ
A discordant racket sounded above the routine rumblings of the bakery. A muffle of raised voices and the righteous clicking of heels against the sticky floor mirrored by clumpier steps echoed down the cask laden hallways and seeped through the splintered wood of the makeshift door that separated Alfies office from the clamour of the distillery. Looking up from the cluttered mess of his desk, Alfie run a hand quickly through his dishevelled hair and down his overgrown beard while awaiting the approaching commotion with hopeful intrigue. He groaned disappointedly when a Brummie brunette breached the door with a fumbling Ollie in tow, his long, clumsy fingers attached to the fur trim of her expensive coat.
It was wishful thinking on Alfies part that it would have been you who had stormed the door instead of the peaky lass. It had been well over a week since he had last seen or heard from you. And he had invested all of those torturous days busying himself to try and take his restless mind and itâs various crazed voices off of you and the recent revelation that had pillaged his plans to save you both from the Italian shit storm that had blown in from the other side of the pond.
Still his mind struggled to come to terms with the news you were with child. He couldnât comprehend what was worse, the daunting idea of becoming a father or the sickening possibility that the baby might not be his. His crooked teeth clenched painfully together at the mere thought of you being intimate with anyone other than himself. Of course you had assured him on countless occasions that nothing of the sort had ever or would ever happen between you and Charles. And Alfie had believed you. Trusted that it wasnât in your nature to lie. Foolishly so now considering you were the one who had also told him of the possibility that he might not be the father. One was a lie but which one? It drove his already unhinged mind insane thinking about it. He tried to stay out of his head and ignore the little demented voices that would taunt him in the quietest hours, reminding him of all the times you and he had copulated over the years and never conceived, which in turn highlighted how coincidental it was that you should now fall pregnant after sharing a bed with another man.
Plagued with doubt and unsure of what to do, he did nothing. Shunning the situation altogether and letting his selfish pride take over and stop him from reaching out and doing the right thing.
âI tried to stop her!â Ollie explained.
âItâs alright, Ollie. Let âer in.â
Ada tore herself from Ollies hold with a look that could kill.
âThe one whoâs too righteous to use the Shelby name, ay? To what do I owe the displeasure?â Alfie casted an unyielding gaze curiously upon Thomas Shelbyâs younger sibling, filled with an over-brewed distaste.
âHave you seen this?â Ignoring his provocative comments. Ada pulled a newspaper from under her arm and threw it on his desk. The daily publication landed in front of Alfie with a rustling slap. His curious gaze wandered lazily from her to the paper. It appeared that Ada had left it open on the specific page, considerately saving him the trouble of rooting through. He grabbed his glasses, balancing them on the bridge of his nose before beginning to read.
Ollie slid closer to the desk, pulling his wistful gaze from Ada he peeked down at the paper to see what would have piqued Alfies interest. The headline read Announcements. A full page worth of biliously boastful declarations. Taking up almost a quarter of the page and catching both of their attentions immediately was a photo of you and Charles. The print underneath proudly stating the news of your engagement.
Alfie studied the photo. Looking past the image of Charlesâ to focus on you. He couldnât help but notice how the black and white portrayal did you no justice. You looked tired. Your sparkling eyes dull and lifeless. The only hint of happiness was in the slight upturned curve of your painted lips.
âFucking âell.â He exclaimed with a sigh. âA life with him should be under obituaries. Please send her my deepest condolences.â Alfie leaned back in his chair with a resigned shrug of his shoulders. The sound of creaking leather beneath his tight grasp on the worn arms of his chair was the only giveaway of his teetering disposition.
âThatâs all youâve got to say? Come on, Alfie, youâve got to do something about this now. This whole charade has gone on for far too long.â
âAnd what do you think you know about it?â Alfie boomed. âSticking ya ore in one last time before you fuck off back up the canal to that shit hole you call home? You Shelbies are all the fucking same, mate. Always making something your business that ainât your fucking business.â
âFinished?â Ada sighed. Unfazed by his outburst.
âYeah, I am actually - for now anyway...âÂ
A sceptical Ada waited for him to continue.
â...Take a seat then. Let me get you a drink.â Alfie pulls a bottle of whiskey from his draw. âOr do you want something softer? I mean, never can be sure if youâre up the duff again.â
âAlfie!â Ollie admonished.
âItâs alright, Ollie.â Ada assured him before turning her attention back to Alfie. âYou can save the unpleasantries, Alfie. I know you canât stand me and I canât stand you either. But the truth is Iâm not here for you. Iâm here for Y/N. Iâm worried about her. Sheâs in too deep with Charles. Iâve tried to tell her but sheâs insistent on staying with him to protect you. You canât let this carry on much longer, itâs too dangerous for her and the baby.â
Alfieâs eyes widened when Ada mentioned the baby.
âYes, I know about the baby.â Ada exclaimed through a frustrated sigh. âY/Nâs told me everything.â
âThen you will also know why I ainât doing fuck all about it.â Alfie grumbled dismissively.
âWhat are you on about?â Ads asked bemused.
âHmm, it seems that you donât know everything then, do ya?... The sprog might not be mine.â Although he tried hard to conceal it, the words pained Alfie.
âWhat on Earth would make you think such a thing?â
âBecause she fucking told me! 1 in 2 possibility she said. And this âere, right,â he pokes the paper. âTells me exactly what horse sheâs backing.â
âAnd you believed her?â Ads scoffed, shaking her head. âShe hasnât even slept with Charles, so how could it be his?â
âWell if thatâs so then why would she tell me otherwise, ay?â
â...It doesnât make sense...â Adaâs eyes narrowed suspiciously at him. â...You must have said something to her to make her spew a lie like that?â
âWell, lie or no lie, itâs done me a favour to tell you the truth-â Alfie replied nonchalantly, deflecting her question.
Adas eyes narrowed further at Alfieâs flippant reaction before a bleak realisation washed over her.
â-Oh God! Thatâs it isnât it. You told her you didnât want the baby didnât you?â Adaâs heart sunk at what she hoped was a wrong assumption.
âNot in so many words.â
âFor crying out loud, Alfie. I can only imagine how hurtful that was for her to hear.â Ada paused for a moment. âHavenât you stopped to think for a moment that that may have been the reason why she said you might not be the father? To hurt you like youâve hurt her?â
âListen âere, right. You might be, but I ainât no fucking fool-â
â-No.â She interrupts him. âYouâre just an ignorant pig who doesnât know Y/N as well as you think you do. Sheâd stop heaven and hell for you...I used to think youâd do the same for her - maybe I was wrong. Your judgment is cloudy, Solomonâs. Clear your head and come to your senses before itâs too late.â
Alfie stays silent, his thumb and forefinger fiddling with the overgrown scruff that decorated his jawline.
âY/Nâs under the illusion that you have a plan-â Ada continues.
âDonât dare come in âere and fucking patronise me!â He erupted, slamming his fist on the desk. âI have a plan, right. Itâs not a fucking illusion and itâs none of your fucking business either.â
âThen what the hell are you waiting for? Go to her. Beg for her forgiveness and when she takes you back- if she takes you back, get the hell out of here, both of you.â
âAnd tell me, sweetie, where does that leave your brother and his little starling problem?â Alfie eyes Ada curiously.
âHeâs a Shelby. Heâll handle it.â She replied flatly.
Alfie graces her with an impish grin, the cockiness of her statement amusing him.
âYeah, heâs done a brilliant job so far, ainât he?â He muttered sarcastically.
âJust give Y/N the benefit of doubt, Alfie. After everything youâve put her through, itâs the least you could do.â Ada waited for Alfie to reply but he stayed silent. His arms now folded stubbornly across his chest.
A defeated sigh left her ruby lips as she decided regretfully that her visit had been in vain.
âIâve said all Iâve come here to say, Iâll be leaving now.â She grumbled, turning towards the door.
âLet me walk you out.â Ollie offered quickly, stumbling to her side.
âThat wonât be necessary.â She declined. Blushing at their clashing of hands which have both reached for the door handle. A fleeting moment ensued between the two but Ada shook it off swiftly.
âI donât need a man to open the door for me.â She sighed harshly.
âNo, I remember that.â Ollie gave her a sad smile and withdrew his hand, leaving Ada to open it.
âThink about what I said.â She turned back to address Alfie who just grunted a dismissal.
âWhere is she?â He asked suddenly.
âArcadia.â Ada told him, her voice thick with hope.
Alfies eyes fell to the floor as he gave a subtle nod.
Resisting another glance at Ollie, Ada left wordlessly with her head held high.
Ollie loitered by the door debating wether or not to follow her. An abrupt bang shook the room, so loud it caused him to jump. He turned to Alfie whose pencil was now protruding from the photograph in the paper, piercing what would have been Charlesâ face.
âI think Adaâs right, Alf.â Ollie approached his boss carefully.
âYeah? And I think youâre just blinded by the peaky tart and that youâd think shit smelt like roses if she told you it did.â
Not wanting to get a wallop, Ollie gritted his teeth and said nothing.
â...So what if she is right, ay? Nothing changes. I canât be who Y/N needs me to be.â Alfie confessed coyly.
âWhat you on about?â
âBeing a dad. How could I be a fucking dad? I mean, who did I have as an example? My old man was a waste of space.â Alfie eyes his fathers hat hanging obnoxiously on the coat stand in the corner of the room. âNever ever saw the cunt.â
âOh come on, Alfie. You ainât your old man. Youâd be a great dad. Look at what youâve done for Goliath.â
âHeâs a grown lad though inât he. I didnât raise him.â
âWhat about me then? Youâve pretty much raised me since the day my dad passed. And I turned out alright.â
A hundred and one sarcastic remarks crossed Alfieâs mind but he silenced them and instead agreed begrudgingly with a grunt.
âAll you got to do is look at everything youâve done for Y/N to realise that youâre nothing like your old man.â
âYeah, waste of fucking time that all was.â
âOh, Come on Alfie! If you really felt that way you wouldnât have bothered whipping up a nurser-â Alfieâs seething scowl stops Ollie abruptly.
â... I know itâs none of my business, boss.â Ollie gulped, continuing more cautiously. âBut I donât think Y/N would have come here and told you about the baby if there was any doubt in her mind that it wasnât yours.â
Alfie jumped up from his desk causing Ollie to cower, fully expecting Alfie to chin him one for interfering in his personal business.
âThereâs only one way to find out, inât there. Get my coat.â
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For you, daytimes wasnât the problem. Daytimes you could spend time with Ada or occupy yourself with the odd job at Arcadia. It was the nighttimes that haunted you. When the parties were over, the doors closed and you had to curl up beside Charles with another mans baby growing inside of you - a man who had shattered your heart a second time.
You had left the bakery that day numb, exactly like you had the last time he had broken your heart - ironically within the same four walls. It took all the strength you had to put on a brave face and lie to Ada afterwards, to tell her how overjoyed Alfie was about the news you were carrying his baby and that it wasnât the train wreck it actually was. It just felt easier that way and it also gave Ada one less reason to hate him. It angered you that even after all the hurt Alfie had put you through, you still possessed that unabating need to defend and protect him. Which was the main reason you were still here and hadnât fled London like your wounded heart had wanted to.
You had thought, or more so hoped, like you had done the first time he broke your heart, that Alfie would have come round by now but almost a fortnight later and still no word. It seemed you would have to somehow come to terms with the inevitable and try as best as you could to move on without him. Just the thought of that tore your sewn up heart back in two. Youâd lay awake at night thinking about it, licking your wounds and drowning in a turbulent sea of misery as you tried to work out your next move. You wouldnât be showing properly for a few more weeks, which should hopefully give you enough time to bring Tommys plan to fruition and help him put a stop to the Changrettasâ before it was too late. Itâs what you would do next that had you stumped. One thing was sure, you would have to leave town. The thought of sticking around and raising Alfieâs child in London knowing he didnât want to be a part of either of your lives was too gut wrenchingly painful to endure. So where would you go? You still had family you could turn to but your stupid pride would stop you from going back to your Aunts or turning up on your motherâs doorstep pregnant. What you needed was a fresh start. Birmingham was an option - a rather appealing one considering your connection to the peakies. You could be certain that Tommy would see you right and make sure you settled in. However, Tommyâs business relationship with Alfie could pose a problem. Another option, a more drastic one, was America. Ada would spend hours telling you about America and how much she adored it. She said she would be returning there soon, maybe you would go with her.
âThatâs the last of the gin, Miss.â The glass bottles clinked a merrily enticing tune as the delivery man set the last crate on top of the other one at the bar, effectively stealing you from your reverie. He slid a docket under your nose for you to sign and with your signature and a tip of his flat cap he took his leave.
You had begun replenishing the bar with the gin when a sudden, eerie feeling crept over you. Shaking it off, you quickly dismissed it as fatigue and continued unpacking the crates...but the feeling lingered. Maybe it was the huge club that was bereft of the nightly pandemonium which caused your unease and emphasised the strange silence as it pressed in on you. You glanced around, the presence of the few workers dallying doing little to ease your imagination as it began to run wild: What if Sabini had found out who you were? Or even worse, what if Luca had done some digging and found out you had been spying on him and Charles? Either one could be lurking in the many shadows of the club waiting for the right moment to strike. It was an alarming possibility that caused a shiver to run down your spine.
Feeling paranoid and vulnerable, you were overcome with a staggering urge to get out of there as fast as you could. You left the bottles of gin on the bar top and made a hasty retreat from the grand hall to retrieve your coat and purse from the office. You moved briskly to the golden pillars which adorned the entrance of the large hall and masked the narrow stairway to your little office. No sooner had you breached the golden barrier were you pulled behind one of the pillars. Your mouth opened on a scream but closed when you came nose to nose with Alfie.
âAlfie, what are you doin-â
â-Youâve lied to me, ainât ya? You havenât fucked the Yank.â His grip tightened on your wrists.
âThatâs none of your damned business!â
âAnything to do with you is my business.â He growled. âThis is my business.â
He let go of one of your wrists to gently caress your stomach. You stilled at the unexpected gesture and melted against the column you were pressed up against. Enraptured completely by his touch that you hadnât felt for days. Reminding yourself of the reason for his absence, you snapped out of his spell and batted his hand away forcefully.
âYouâve changed your tune!â You spat bitterly, pushing past him.
The sound of his footsteps and cane hitting the marble floor behind you told you that he was following you.
âLeave me alone, Solomonâs.â
âIâm not going anywhere until you tell me.â He grabs you again before you can ascend the stairs to the office.
âTell you what?â You turn on him.
âTell me the truth!â He hollers indiscreetly.
âYou canât handle the truth.â You whisper shout. Escaping once again, desperate to get away from him and the ear-wigging workers scattered around you. You make it to the sanctuary of your office, trying to shut the door on Alfie but heâs too close behind you. He pushes through, catching you as you lose your balance and stumble backwards.
âTell me the babyâs mine.â He demands, glowering.
Your eyes travel across the menacing features of his face so close to yours.
âYou really need me to tell you?â You smirk.
âI want to hear you say it.â
âOf course itâs bloody yours!â You scream, pushing free from him.
âWhy did you tell me otherwise then, pet?âÂ
It may have been your imagination but he sounded relieved.
âDo you blame me after the way you reacted?â
âWhat did you expect? Dropping a bombshell like that? I was in shock.â
âI expected more from you, Alfie! I realise now how naive that was of me.â
âNow listen âere-â
â- No you listen. Before you say another word I want you to know that Iâm keeping the baby, and that youâre completely free from obligation. Iâm assuming thatâs why youâre here? Well, be assured, I donât want or need anything from you, Alfie Solomonâs. Least of all your pity.â
âPity?â He scoffs.
âItâs written all over your face. Youâve made your choice. Iâve come to terms with that now. I can do this on my own. We donât need you.â You told him, trying your best to sound convincing.
âRight.â He gives you a half amused, tight lipped smile. âWell, after seeing that stomach-churning announcement of your engagement in the times, it appears that you have also made your choice. But I am curious, Virgin Mary, about how youâre going to explain all this to lover boy?â
âMock me all you like, Solomons. But I have no intentions of staying with Charles. Although I have accepted his proposal - for yours and Tommyâs sake, may I add. On the contrary to what you believe, once this is all done and dusted I will not be marrying Charles. In fact Iâll be gone as soon as this is over.â
âAnd where exactly will you be going?â He asked. All amusement now gone from his gruff voice.
âIâm still working it out. But you havenât got to worry about me or your bastard child cramping your style. Weâll be far away from here and far away from you.â
âYou and my child ainât goinâ anywhere. Iâd track you down. Follow you to the ends of the fucking Earth if I had to.â His inflamed temper and seething threat shocked you silent. âI acted like a cunt the other day, I hold my hands up but Iâve since seen the error of my ways... Just give me another chance.â
âHow can I give you another chance? How can I believe that this is what you really want after everything you said? I canât do it. I canât live in doubt like that. Iâd rather not be with yo-â
â- donât say it!â He interrupted suddenly. âI fucked up. I thought Iâd be a shit dad. That Iâd let you both down. But this is what I want. Let me prove it to you. Another chance, a shot at redemption is all Iâm asking.â
âYouâve already let us down...Iâm sorry, Alfie, I canât-â
â-Donât fucking say it!â He warned again. Grabbing you and pulling you to him. You stood rigidly in his arms. Your stinging eyes unable to meet his.
âI canât-â you try again but he cuts off the rest of your sentence with a rough kiss.
You pull away, slapping his face hard before colliding back into him and kissing him as if it was the last time.
The sound of the door handle rattled and you tore yourself from Alfie instantaneously. Less than a second later Charles burst through the office door.
âDar-ling.â seeing that you wasnât alone, Charles drawled a protracted greeting upon his entrance.
âHello, my love.â You smiled. Quickly going to him and hoping that your flushed cheeks and heaving chest didnât arouse his suspicions anymore than they possibly already were.
âMr Solomonâs. What are you doing here?â He looked past you to address Alfie.
âWe were running low on rum so I called Mr Solomonâs, who went out of his way to personally deliver us some. Wasnât that kind of him, sweetheart?â You quickly answered on Alfieâs behalf.
âYes.â Charles mumbled âtoo kind.â
You risk a glance at Alfie. His jaw was tense. His penetrating gaze falling from Charles to you.
âWell I should be on me way now then. As always itâs been a pleasure, Y/N.â He grins, striding towards the door and ignoring Charles completely. âThink about what I said.â He tells you before disappearing, purposely leaving you and Charles with an elephant in the room.
âAnd what exactly is it you have to think about, my dear?â Charles asks tightly.
âExtra protection on the doors.â You lie, swiftly coming up with a cover up. âHe thought it would help deter the riff raff.â
âI see.â He utters mindlessly. Catching you off guard when his fingers caught your chin and lifted your reddened face up to his. You tried not to fold under the scrutiny of his leering gaze.
âYou have that rash again.â He sounded accusatory. His thumb and forefinger tracing roughly around your mouth and jawline where your skin had been chaffed a pale pink by Alfieâs coarse beard.
Your heart pounded loudly in your ears.
âDo I? I havenât been well lately, have I? It must be to do with that.â You shrugged free from Charles and leant across the desk to retrieve your coat and purse.
âTake me home, my love. Iâm famished.â You looped your arm through his to encourage him towards the door but he didnât budge.
âTell me, how do you know Mr Solomonâs again?â
Your settling heartbeat once again started to race.
âHe was the landlord of my uncles shop. I used to work there and heâd pop in now and again to collect the rent. Why do you ask?â
âI was just wondering. I remember you telling me he was an old friend. However, I just canât help but think that itâs a bit of an unusual alliance.â
âIâd hardly call it an alliance. Maybe friend was too familiar of a term. Heâs more of an acquaintance.â
âI see. Well, acquaintance or not, I donât know if Iâm comfortable with you doing business with Mr. Solomonâs anymore. In future, any dealings with him will go through me.â
âIâm fully capable-â
âItâs not about capability!â He erupts, startling you.
âItâs about him.â He carries on more evenly, regaining his composure. âI simply donât trust him. Any business with the Jew now goes through me. Do I make myself clear?â
You nodded compliantly, hoping heâd drop the matter.
âGood. Now letâs get you fed and watered.â
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Tommy/Alfie Inktober - Day 28
Summary: Day 28 - Ride
Notes:Â This one would have been longer, but it would have turned into a whole one-shot. Since that's not really the point of this, I held off. So, you know, maybe someday!
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Alfie imaginesâwell, no, scratch that, yeah, he knowsâthat heâs a man with an exceptional talent for perception, right. But sometimes, sometimes he may be prone to a little cognitive wandering on all manner of cosmic questions. And when that happensâthe mental prodding at lifeâs great mysteriesâhe has been known to find himself in the strangest situations.
Like now, with this grubby sprog running on quick but unsteady legs straight at him, right, hands outstretched. Alfie blinks at him, his head tilting. Itâs only when the boy barrels past him and directly into Cyril, manic kiddie-giggles pitching loud in the otherwise quiet corner of the park, that Alfie realizes he was never the target at all.
The boy clutches Cyrilâs neck, pressing himself so tightly against Cyril as if he might like to just fuse himself to the dog. Alfie canât say he didnât share the same sentiments when he was about that age. Cyril, for his part, snuffles at the boyâs brown hair and gives him a quick lick, ensuring he passes muster.
ââlo, puppy,â the boy says, stroking behind the dogâs ear.
âHis nameâs Cyril, âAlfie offers, sitting down on the bench.
He assumes the mumbled âsee-woolâ is close enough. While the sprog busies himself with giving Cyril all manner of affection, Alfie scans the park for a panicked-looking parent. When no one arrives within a minute or two, Alfie arches an eyebrow. Un-fucking-believable, people these days. Losing an entire kid like that, one that probably still shits his pants for all Alfie knows.
âOi, whereâs your mummy?â Alfie asks, voice soft despite the spark of irritation he feels.
âHeaven,â the boy answers, inspecting Cyrilâs tags.
âFuckinâ hell, mate. I hope not recently.â
Alfie has visions of some dead woman in this very park, the whole sordid tale, done in by some jealous lover in front of the sprog not but a couple hours ago. And well, thatâs not the off-putting bitâthough Alfie, heâs never been too keen on involving children in his businessâbut no, the off-putting bit is that heâs either stuck with the kid permanently or has to turn him into the police. And Alfie has no fucking clue what thatâs even likeâbeing on the right side of the law for once.
The whole scenario, as it plays out in his vivid imagination, starts to make his stomach turn until he hears shouting. He turns his head to see a smartly dressed man running towards them. The closer the man gets the higher Alfieâs brow raises.
Heâs fit, isnât he? All lean muscles and sharp angles. And his cheekbonesâfuckâmight as well be chiseled by Bernini himself, yeah. Alfieâs sudden delight is only quashed a bit when he realizes that in all likelihood this beauty of a man is the childâs father, right, and that heâs probably woefully heterosexual. Not that thatâs ever stopped Alfie from trying before, not categorically at least. Whatâs that thing they say about pastaâstraight until its cooked and all that?
âCharlie! Christ, what were you thinking?â the man asks the boy as he kneels down and takes him by the shoulders.
âAh, hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I donât think, right, that at that age they are the most rational of creatures.â
The man looks up at him sharply, as if seeing him for the first time. âWho are you?â
Alfie drowns a bit in his eyes, donât he, but recovers quickly enough.
âAlfie Solomons, mate. Legal guardian and human companion of Cyril there, who your son has taken quite the fancy to.â
âDaddy,â Charlie says, wriggling out of his grip and pointing at Cyril. âWanna ride like Toby!â
âSee?â Alfie says. âHighly irrational buggers.â
âNo, thatâs only with Uncle Johnâs dog, understand?â the father explains calmly before standing. âIâm sorry he disturbed you. Heâs used to climbing all over the family dogs, and he thinks he can do it everywhere.â
Alfie hums. âNever said it was a disturbance now, did I?â
âAlright then,â he says, a bit exasperated. âThen thanks for watching him for a few moments, eh?â
As the father goes to steer Charlie back towards the childrenâs play area, Alfie, caught up by one of his strange notions, calls out.
âAwfully bad form, innit? Not introducing yourself when I heroically saved your child anâ all. Some people, right, some people might be deeply offended.â
The man rolls his eyes. âTommy Shelby.â
Alfie leans back against the bench, smirking. âWonderful to meet you, Thomas. Do lose your child again sometime, yeah?â
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this is one of my favourite pieces from this angel. therefore you are in for another essay filled w my favourite parts and added adoration for them â¨
âItâs alright for you, yeah. Youâre not the one whoâs gonna be murdered by those fucking brothers of yours,â I want to say Alfie is just being his usual dramatic self (which he is) but also, rest in peace Alfie bc those Shelby brothers will more than likely murder you đ¤Łđ¤
âThen I pray for your brothers. Hell hath no fury like my missus⌠especially with those hormones of yours,â I lowkey love when women in fics are pregnant and their hormones comes through full force, you truly do not want to be in their path when their hormones are wild and raging.
âFuck me, theyâre here,â you murmured, smoothing out your skirt.â âAlready have, love,â Alfie smirked, patting your bottom. âThatâs why weâre in this little fucking predicament,â ALIFE STOP đ¤Łthis is so Alfie though, going from worrying about being murdered by her brothers to joking about fucking her. you always write Alfie so damn brilliantly.
âFor fuckâs sake, weâre not going to the fucking club that does the American cocktails!â You said exasperatedly. âWeâre not going to any clubs or pubs, or even touching a drop of alcohol. I invited you here for a reason!â THE HORMONES ARE INDEED PRESENT.
âThe playful grins dropped from John and Arthurâs faces as Alfie pressed his hand gently against your tummy.â Yep, a murder is DEFINITELY about to occur.
âNow Arthur, Iâm not being funny, but surely you know that when a man and a woman love each other very much- yeah, see, John knows what Iâm on about. Heâs got about a hundred sprogs running âround Small Heath,â Alfie saidâ PLS ALFIE WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?
âYou had no fucking right!â Arthur growledâ um. should someone tell Arthur that it is normal for a husband and wife to have sex or shall we keep it to ourselves?
âArthur, I will shoot you, then bring you back to get the stains out of YNâs rug,â Alfie warned. âAnd I had every right, especially when my wife was fucking begging for me to f-âALFIE FOR FUCK SAKE. WHY DOES THIS MAN WANT TO DIE SO MUCH?!?! đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
âLike it or not, but Iâm going to have a baby. Alfieâs baby. Itâs about time you all grow the fuck up, grown men acting like five year olds in the playground! Now drink your fucking tea and talk like grown fucking men!â oh how I feel for poor Y/N bc god knows she wants her brothers to be happy for her so badly but as typical Shelby brothers, they have to make everything chaotic and loud. Add raging pregnancy hormones on top of all that and poor madame is probably feeling way too much.
âOh, Iâm fucking furious at Alfie for defiling my little sister,â he said. âBut itâll pass. Heâs made an honest woman of you, and I know for a fact he treats you properly,â I expect nothing less from the Tommy Shelby đĽşđ¤Ł
you always write Alfie x Shelby!sister dynamics so well with the family and all, I always enjoy rereading your work â¤ď¸â¨
Bun In the Oven
Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Shelby!sister reader
Requested by: anon
Warnings: swearing, some threat, pregnancy
Gif creds to owner
âAlfie would you just sit down,â you sighed, watching your husband pace up and down the parlour. Admittedly, you were just as antsy, fidgeting in your seat and looking over at the clock constantly.
âRight,â Alfie said, rounding on you, fiddling with the hem of his waistcoat. âItâs alright for you, yeah. Youâre not the one whoâs gonna be murdered by those fucking brothers of yours,â
Smiling softly, you moved to stand in front of him, cupping his cheek, his beard tickling the palm of your hand. âItâll be fine,â you murmured, reaching to press a gentle kiss to his lips. âAnd if itâs notâŚâ
âThen I pray for your brothers. Hell hath no fury like my missus⌠especially with those hormones of yours,â
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âFuck me, theyâre here,â you murmured, smoothing out your skirt.
âAlready have, love,â Alfie smirked, patting your bottom. âThatâs why weâre in this little fucking predicament,â
You opened the door carefully and you couldnât help the wide grin that spread across your face as you saw your big brothers. âCome in,â you smiled, but as they made to go into your parlour, you stopped them. âAh! Get those peaky hats on the coat hook. No, John, I will not have any risk of blood on my fucking rug,â
Arthur was the first to obey- you had always been his little Princess ever since you were a baby- followed by John, and then a reluctant Tommy.
Narrowing his eyes as he hung the hat up, Tommy asked âand why would there be bloodshed in the Solomons residence, eh?â
âJust go in the fucking parlour, Tom,â you said, giving him a playful shove. Rolling his eyes Tommy obeyed his baby sisterâs command, and as you went into the kitchen to fix cups of tea, Alfie followed his brothers-in-law into the parlour.
Urging your hands to stop trembling, you carried the tea into the parlour, frowning as you saw all four men sat bolt upright, not making eye contact.
âYouâve not said a word to one another, have you?â You observed, arching your eyebrows. âHonestly, weâve had tea together loads of times, especially since Alfie and I got married,â
âWhy are we here, YN?â Tommy asked, reaching for his cigarettes.
âIf youâre going to smoke, do it in the kitchen,â you chided. Alfie put his hand over yours, giving it a quick squeeze. âAnd am I not allowed to invite my brothers to tea?â
âCourse you are, darlinââ Arthur added quickly. âBut what Tommy means is⌠well itâs all a bit sudden. And a bit⌠off. Normally weâll go to the pub or one of them Camden nightclubs, and always on a weekend. Itâs Wednesday.â
âI didnât want booze,â you mumbled.
âThatâs a fucking first, YN. Youâre still a shelby even if you sign your name Solomons,â John teased.
âand believe me, she can give every one of my men a run for his money when the rum comes out,â Alfie added, nudging you gently and smiling. You gave a weak smile, letting Alfie, Arthur and John joke about how well you could drink and how funny you were drunk, shrinking out of the conversation slightly, fidgeting with your wedding ring.
âTell you what, YN, shall we go to that club you like? The one that does the American cocktails?â Arthur said brightly.
âYeah, I mean, the teaâs gone cold now,â John added.
âAnd we could sleep off the drink in your guest room, yeah?â Arthur suggested, but Alfie pointed at him.
âYou are pushing your fucking luck, mate,â
âFine, we can go to Adaâs then,â
âBut what about little Karl? Ada wonât have us around him pissed,â
You stood up sharply. âFor fuckâs sake, weâre not going to the fucking club that does the American cocktails!â You said exasperatedly. âWeâre not going to any clubs or pubs, or even touching a drop of alcohol. I invited you here for a reason!â
âWhy canât we go for a drink, eh?â Tommy piped up.
âBecause I said so, Tommy. Iâd like to spend time with you lot sober, funnily enough,â
Alfie sighed, giving your hand a little tug to get you to sit down. âWhat YN is trying to say, right, is that she canât exactly go for a drink at this moment,â
âIs it one of them fads from the magazines, YN? What have me and Tommy always said, eh? Have as many drinks as you like, but not as often as you like,â Arthur said.
âThatâs what you say, Arthur. Tommyâs against her smoking and drinking and fucking,â John grinned, nudging his brother and trying to egg a smile out of you, but your lips wouldnât budge, not even for John.
âWell itâs a bit fucking late for that, considering why weâre all here,â Alfie muttered.
âAnd whyâs that?â Tommy said sharply, his eyes darting between you and your husband.
The playful grins dropped from John and Arthurâs faces as Alfie pressed his hand gently against your tummy.
âBad for the baby, drinking, Innit,â Alfie said simply, and you looked at your lap, the silence that filled the room now deafening.
âBad for the- what fucking baby?â Arthur mumbled, more to himself as his face dropped into a bewildered expression.
âNow Arthur, Iâm not being funny, but surely you know that when a man and a woman love each other very much- yeah, see, John knows what Iâm on about. Heâs got about a hundred sprogs running âround Small Heath,â Alfie said, his face deadly serious, contradicting the humour laced within his words.
You finally looked up from your lap, looking your stony eyed middle brother in the eye. âIs what Solomons says true, YN?â He said in a quiet voice.
âI- yes,â you said, nibbling your lip. âWeâre expec- well⌠Iâm pregnant,â you mumbled.
âYou had no fucking right!â Arthur growled, springing up.
âArthur, I will shoot you, then bring you back to get the stains out of YNâs rug,â Alfie warned. âAnd I had every right, especially when my wife was fucking begging for me to f-â
âShut the fuck up, the lot of you!â You yelled, your voice cutting across the increasing unrest in the parlour. âLike it or not, but Iâm going to have a baby. Alfieâs baby. Itâs about time you all grow the fuck up, grown men acting like five year olds in the playground! Now drink your fucking tea and talk like grown fucking men!â
And with that, you stormed out of the room, into the kitchen. Shakily, you leaned against the counter, blinking back angry tears that still rolled down your cheeks despite your best efforts.
After a while, the creaky kitchen door sounded and just by the sound of the footsteps you knew it was Tommy. He didnât say a word as he approached the sink, pouring out his tea.
âThought I told you all to drink that,â you grumbled.
âYN, I love you dearly. But I wonât drink cold tea for anyone,â he turned around, and caught on to your quivering lower lip straight away. âHey⌠come here,â he said softly, and you hurried to his arms, crying into his chest. He let you cry for a bit, before patting your hair. âPregnant, eh?â He said gently. âWeâre all made up for you, YN, you know that, right? Arthurâs justâŚâ
âArthur?â You supplied, and he nodded. âHe means well I suppose,â
âThat he does. We all do,â
You were silent for a moment, before looking up to him. âSo youâre not mad? Not even at Alfie?â You murmured.
âOh, Iâm fucking furious at Alfie for defiling my little sister,â he said. âBut itâll pass. Heâs made an honest woman of you, and I know for a fact he treats you properly,â
âThe others will come round, wonât they?â
âOf course they will. Youâre still our baby sister. Give it a month or so and Arthur will be getting Linda to do all sorts of knitting. And Iâll have a word with Solomons that youâre to have the top doctors and round the clock protection,â
You leant into your brothers chest for another minute or two before standing up straight. âCome on,â you murmured. âWe best go in there before Alfie and Arthur kill each other. I donât think Arthurâs wholly come round to the idea just yet,â
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