I’m going crazy! I read this fic a while ago, it was an Alfie x Tommy x reader and reader and Tommy were in a relationship beforehand and then Alfie sort of entered himself into it as he does. It was the sequel to the first fic and Tommy took reader to a dinner with the Russians and they get split up and she ends up in a sort of sex room and Alfie shows up and stays with her. When tommy goes to get her she’s still with Alfie and then the three of them go back to Tommy and hers place where she wrecks everything and then they have sex. Pls help me find it idk if it got deleted or taken down or if I’m just stupid but pls.
@satan-incarnate-666 asked: okay last one PROMISE
"So what? I have a soft spot. Big deal" - platonic/familial alfie solomons and a younger gn!reader if possible?
summary: Alfie's the only family you got, and although he trusts you more than anyone, he does still let you get away with murder.
tws: mentions of guns, swearing, mentions of smoking
Alfie took you under his wing when you were quite young, with no family left, Alfie decided to bring you into his own; you were only little, and he was the only family that you had. But he treated you no differently to his blood relatives - except he was a lot more lenient and a lot less coarse with you; you were his little sibling, he loved you, and he was always looking out for you. It was even often said that, if something were to happen to him, you would take over his business once you were old enough; luckily, though, that didn't seem to be a possibility, Alfie was strong and tough and he wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
You sat in on meetings with him, always introduced as his sibling, sometimes the heir to his business as well, and if anyone had a problem with you, then Alfie had a problem with them; no one had a bigger problem with you than Tommy Shelby, though.
You were sat in Alfie's office with him as you listened to the Peaky Blinder rant and rave and bore everyone half to death when you suddenly spoke up.
"Not being funny, mate," you cleared your throat and looked him dead in the eye. "But don't you bust unions?"
Tommy frowned. "I do what I have to."
"Yeah, see, you bust unions," you shrugged. "You fuck over your own so that you can make a couple more pence. You let all the scabs in... my brother shouldn't be doing business with you."
He seemed a little caught off guard as he shifted in his seat, running a hand through his hair. "May I have a cigarette?"
"No," you grinned. "I don't give shit to cunts."
"Alfie," Tommy turned to your brother, then, sighing heavily. "Come on. How long have we been doing business?"
Alfie shrugged, looking at you for a second before turning back to Tommy and clearing his throat. "I dunno, mate, I'm more inclined to listen to my own family than you. And if (y/n) thinks you're a cunt, then you're a cunt, yeah?"
"Alfie-"
"Yeah, I know, I know," he grumbled. "So what? I have a soft spot. Big deal. Now answer my sibling's question, yeah? 'Cause if you don't, I will fuckin' shoot you."
Tommy let out a soft growl as he stood up, shaking his head. "I think I'll leave. I'll be back when (y/n) isn't around."
You laughed, a howling sound as you threw your head back. "What? You scared, mate?"
"Not scared," Tommy shook his head again as he got to the door. "Practical."
You taunted and teased him as he left, but once the office door was closed, you turned to your brother again. "Now, before you say anything-"
"Nah, I ain't sayin' nothin'," Alfie chuckled, kicking his feet up on the desk. "This'll be your business one day, you might as well take charge here and there."
"So you think I did well?" You asked, almost impatient to hear his answer as you stared at him.
He fell silent for a bit, thinking about it; sure, you weren't a great negotiator, but you did always stand your ground, and you always made it clear where that ground was. Alfie knew that, if you ever took over from him, you would probably be alright.
"Yeah, you did alright, kid."
You smiled, kicking your feet up on the desk next to his and leaning back in your chair. "Do you think I'll be as good as you one day?"
"No one's as good as me," Alfie scoffed. "But you'll be alright. I trust you, (y/n)... just don't go fuckin' shootin' Peaky Blinders, yeah? Bad for business, that."
"How dare you?" You scoffed, shaking your head. "I wouldn't get caught shooting them."
"As long as you don't get caught," he chuckled, closing his eyes and resting his hands on his stomach. "What you fancy for tea, anyway? I were thinkin' we could cook somethin'."
"I'll cook," you told him, copying his actions without even thinking about it; you often mimicked Alfie's mannerisms without thinking about them, you always had done. "Full offense, Alf, but you're a shit cook."
"Fuck off." A smile tugged at his lips. "Little bastard."
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Guys I’m desperate need of help, there’s this phenomenal fic I always read every couple of months, it’s an Alfie Solomons/reader fic on AO3 which has reader go back in time and join Alfie’s gang and eventually marry him.
It’s has pickles the dog and Bucket (Harriet) and I adore it with all my heart but can’t find it anywhere.
Please y’all help me find the fate of this beloved fic or help me find the author. 🫶
It’s been a while...
Hi there! I’m Bee and I used to write a lot of fanfics and imagines. It’s been a few years since I’ve written anything and I would love to get back into it. That being said, I have a few stories now that are kind of back logged that I can throw out at you all at any given point. And I probably will.
I should also tell you I used to write a lot of YouTuber fics. But, have changed to characters from TV shows and movies, as well as Critical Role. Things that I want to write for include:
TV Shows ~
Peaky Blinders
Supernatural
Reign
Stranger Things
Movies ~
Marvel
Critical Role
I’m sure there are others and I will update this list when I remember them. But, for now this is what I’m offering or feel slightly comfortable with writing.
Sabini: "Imagine if your wife cheated on you, what would… AAAAH !" Thomas: "Alfie." Alfie: "Yes ?" Thomas: "Did you just shoot Sabini in the leg ?" Alfie: "Yes." Thomas: "Okay." Alfie: "I'm hesitant to shoot you too, I must say. Between the fact that you're not defending the honor of your wife, one of my sisters-in-law, but especially that you're not defending the honor of my wife, your sister, my sweet treacle, who will never cheat on me." Thomas: "Y/N wouldn't be happy." Alfie: "I told you, I'm hesitant."