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Unexpected (Alfie Solomons x Fem!OC) Part 1.

Alfie Solomons x Rose Coldwell (oc) Masterlist

Summary: At the age of 39, retired in Margate and blind in one of his eyes, the last thing Alfie was expecting was a new human being in his life. Fate, apparently, has other idea.

Warnings: Mentions of suicide (very, veeeeery vaguely) || Fluff, I guess.

Words: 2.6 k.

A/N: The idea was to post this after two fics. I mean, the idea was to follow a chronological order, but my mind decided to not follow the thing I wanted to do 🤷‍♀️ .

1927.

"You can't keep me here any longer, Alfie."

"Yes, I can."

Alfie's arms wrapped around her body tighter. Even when his eyes were closed, he could feel her smile against his neck. Rose had been trying to get up for about an hour, but the warm bed as opposed to the cold winter outside had made it impossible for her to start her day. That and Alfie. Especially Alfie. Normally affectionate with her, that morning he seemed to be twice as affectionate.

Since Alfie had retired, the days the couple spent were much quieter. They deserved it, much more so after the shot Thomas Shelby fired at Alfie. The days following that moment were a nightmare for her.

Rose had been angry with Alfie when she found out about the plans with the Italians. Arguments in the couple had been dozens over nearly 20 years of marriage, it was inevitable especially considering his personality. But no quarrel was like when Rose learned that Alfie had made a deal with Luca Changretta. Neither had spoken to each other for two days. Unfortunately, that's when Tommy Shelby almost killed Alfie. Nearly two decades married, ruined by a bullet and Rose guilt-ridden that she'd been angry with him. And she was right to be, but if Alfie hadn't survived, she would never have forgiven herself. Alfie was her world, no matter how angry she had been. Fortunately, Alfie was stubborn even when it came to death and was still with her, as he had always been.

"Unlike you, Al, I have a job."

"And a husband too. And your husband, right? He wants nothing more than cuddles in bed."

"My husband is nothing but a teddy bear," Rose said, kissing him briefly before finally getting up. "I can't stay, Alfie, I have a meeting. I should have been up half an hour ago."

"You should think about retirement too, luv. Nothing but the two of us and the beach…and the bed." Alfie propped himself up on his elbows to look at her. "Is it absolutely fucking necessary for you to go today?"

"It is. You'll be fine, Alfie. You have Cyril to keep you company and I'll be back before dark. And for two weeks there will be no need for me to go anywhere. So…" Rose finished fixing her hair and went over to kiss Alfie, "Do you want something from town?"

Alfie shook his head. "Take care of yourself, yeah?"

"I'll be fine, don't worry. I love you."

'"Me too."

Alfie lay back down on the bed as he saw Rose walk out the bedroom door, but before he could settle in, he heard a yell. With no time to put on footwear, Alfie moved as fast as his body and back would allow.

And his gun had been left on the nightstand. Alfie cursed not knowing what was happening.

He found the front door wide open and came to see Rose running towards the beach.

"What the hell...?" Then he saw what had captured Rose's attention. "Fuck me."

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It was supposed to be a day like any other in the life of 22-year-old Dorothy Brown. Or so she told Allie Brown, her three-year-old daughter. They decide to go to the beach despite the winter weather. Dorothy loves her daughter with all her heart.

Allie was the product of a relationship between Dottie and a man who claimed to love her but left her when Dorothy was four months pregnant. She never saw him again. Fortunately, when Allie was born she was the spitting image of Dorothy, there was nothing of the man in the girl's face. Both with light brown hair the color of a walnut shell and gray eyes like the sea in front of them on that winter morning.

Dorothy has studied the area for several months. She knows that a wealthy married couple lives in that house. Without equivocation, Dottie estimates that neither of them is yet forty years old and she has never seen children there, only a large brown dog. Dorothy has seen the couple interact with each other. She knows, though she has never experienced it, that is love. That couple loves each other blindly, it's obvious.

Allie doesn't know why they are at the beach even though it's cold. Isn't the beach only in summer? Her teddy bear Ms. Boo is well protected in her arms. Dottie makes her daughter sit down. She covers her with a blanket she has brought.

"Ms. Boo, are you okay?"

"She's cold," the little girl replies.

"Then she needs to be covered up too," Dottie smiles as her daughter also wraps her teddy bear.

She loves, loves her daughter, which is why she makes Allie sit in the sand in front of the rich couple's house. Dottie can't take it anymore. She's alone, desperate and can't give Allie what she deserves.

"If someone asks what your name is, what will you say?"

"My name is Allie."

"That's right, Allie. I love you, you know?" Dottie tries not to cry in front of her daughter, but she can't help it. She knows she will be okay, she knows, but it hurts. "Mommy loves you."

"I love you too, Mommy. Why are you crying?"

"Because I know you'll believe having beautiful things. Because you'll be happy, yes? Mommy will go to the sea now. But you stay there, okay? I'll take a swim in the sea and then we'll go home and eat cupcakes. Don't move, Allie. You have to promise."

"I promise."

Had she been older, maybe only two years older, Allie would have known that in winter the sea is cold as ice. But at three years old, Allie has barely stopped being a baby. Her mother kisses her on the forehead gently, like when they go to sleep, and then walks to the sea.

Dottie cries. But there is no suffering where she goes and Allie will be happy. Twenty-two-year-old Dorothy Brown enters the sea, never to leave it.

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Rose ran across the sand. Shoes were just a hindrance at that moment, she took them off without stopping running. With her heart pounding, Rose finally arrived in front of the girl.

When she opened the door seconds before, she thought that lump in the sand was trash. Or something someone had thrown away. But when the lump moved and Rose saw the girl, she ran to her. Thousands of questions in her head. What was such a little girl doing on an empty beach in the middle of winter?

Finally she reached her side. Careful not to startle her, Rose crouched down to look at her. Alfie, finally, arrived seconds later as well.

"Sweetheart? What are you doing here?" asked Rose. The girl's hands were icy cold, but she didn't look frightened. "What's your name?"

"Allie."

"Hi Allie, I'm Rose and this is my husband, Alfie."

The girl raised her head to look at him. The scar on the man's face made her curious, but she only greeted him.

"How do you do, Allie," Alfie said, glancing briefly at his wife.

"Tell me, Allie, what are you doing here. Are you alone?"

"I came with my mom. She said she was going to the sea for a swim, but she's not back yet."

"To the sea?" Alfie asked "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I saw her."

"Fuck me…" Alfie and Rose looked at each other, this time longer. They both knew what that meant. The raging, cold sea, it spared no one.

"I've got an idea, Allie. That's our house over there, we'll go in there I'll give you some hot food and we'll wait for your mom there," Rose said, taking the girl by the hand. "Is that your teddy bear?"

"Yes, her name is Ms. Boo."

"Ms. Boo is very cute. I'm sure she wants something warm to eat, too. Do you like dogs, Allie?"

"Yes!"

"We have a dog. He's big, probably bigger than you, but he's gentle and good. Don't be scared when you see him."

The little girl shook her head "What's his name?"

"Cyril."

Behind them, Alfie walked more slowly. He picked up Rose's shoes that had fallen by the wayside. From his own experience Alfie knew that every day was a new opportunity for life to surprise them, but a toddler on a beach and in front of his house in the middle of winter was just too unreal.

Rose made the little girl some hot chocolate and Alfie gave her a jar of cookies he had baked the night before. Clearly the girl was starving. While Allie ate and Cyril went over to see who that little creature was, Alfie and Rose were talking in the living room.

"We have to call the police," Rose said, as she peeked into the kitchen to check on Allie.

"We can't call the fucking police! Everyone thinks I'm dead and it's just as well! We have to find another solution."

"There is no other solution, Alfie!" she lowered her voice, "clearly the mother committed suicide in the fucking sea!"

"I know! And the inept cops aren't going to find her!"

"Fucking hell, what are you suggesting then? Holding a minor is illegal. This child must have a father! Or a grandfather, someone else!"

"Let's call your brother." Alfie put a hand on his wife's shoulder "clearly we can't alone and he's a professional."

.

Rose didn't know what to do. At that hour she would have to be meeting in a women's committee, but that had changed. And Rose, who prided herself on having everything, or almost everything, under control now didn't know what to do.

As Alfie went to call Samuel, her brother, Rose returned to the kitchen. Allie was playing with Cyril and her teddy bear. The little girl smiled at her when she saw her.

"The cocoa was yummy," she said.

"Well, Allie, I'm glad you liked it, I'll make some more later. Can I ask you something?"

"Yes."

"When your mom went swimming in the ocean, did she say anything to you?"

Allie paused to think, "Only that she loved me. She was crying."

Rose forced a smile "I'm sure she was. You're a good girl, she sure loves you."

What would drive a mother to do that? Rose wasn't judging, but it was also hard to understand.

"What about your dad? Does he live with you?"

"I don't have a dad. Mommy told me he went on a trip before I was born. I just live with my mom."

Rose clenched her jaw in fury. Men. Over the years she'd been in the women's movement, first as a suffragette and then as a militant, she'd heard aberrant things and men abandoning pregnant women was one of the most frequent stories.

"So it's just you and your mom."

"Yep. She's coming soon?"

Rose not knowing what to say just nodded and put a hand on the girl's head.

"Cyril is funny," she commented.

"He is! Cyril is a great dog," Rose affirmed. "He likes you! How old are you, Allie?"

The girl held up three fingers. Rose smiled at her again. Three years old and an orphan. The father may have been alive, but after more than all that time only God knew where he was. And if he was found, he clearly wouldn't be interested in the girl.

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Rose had taken the little girl into the living room where she was drawing sitting on the rug in front of the fire and surrounded by sheets of paper and several pencils.

"She's three years old," Rose told Alfie. "And she doesn't have a father. Or she does, but he left, leaving the mother pregnant. Allie said her mother told her 'he went on a trip'."

"Maybe he died and the mother didn't know how to tell her…"

"Alfie…" she raised an eyebrow. "Those kind of men are just a piece of shit. I wouldn't be surprised if Allie's mother was really young and innocent, believing promises of undying love that the guy made just to sleep with her. And when that happened and she got pregnant, the guy left. Samuel got back to you?"

"Yes, but he can only come at sunset. That means we have several hours yet."

"We can't leave Allie like this. She needs something warmer and we don't have anything for kids here. I'll go into town. You stay with her. I'll make it quicker."

"You'll let me babysit?"

"Learn new skills, Al," Rose chuckled. "She's a good kid."

Rose walked over to Allie would just go into town to buy things and be right back. The girl nodded, she didn't know who those two people were but they had been nice to her and had a nice dog. She was sorry she had to get out of there, once her mother got back. Rose gave Alfie a quick kiss, before grabbing the car keys and leaving.

.

"I drew Cyril," said the little girl to Alfie, long minutes later in which she remained sitting on the floor and Alfie in his armchair.

"Is that so? Let me see."

The childish drawing of Cyril looking like he had five legs instead of four legs and a tail made the man laugh. "It's very beautiful. If Cyril could talk he would say he likes it very much."

A smile lit up the babe's eyes, then she moved even closer to him, curious "what happened to your face."

'A cunt shot me' was not an answer to give a three year old girl, so Alfie thought of just the right words to explain.

"An accident."

"Does it hurt?"

"No, not anymore," Alfie looked at Allie, who was looking at him with curious eyes. "Is there anything else you want to know?"

"Is my mommy all right? She never leaves and now it seems like she's long gone."

"Although I don't know your mother, I do think she's fine. Do you know her name?"

She shook her head "Ok, never mind."

To Alfie's surprise, Allie raised her arms and with ease, he picked her up and sat her on his lap. The little girl's gray eyes, fixed on his "What if Mommy doesn't come back?"

"Why wouldn't she come back?"

"Dunno. She always talks about people sometimes going to Heaven. Maybe she had to go there."

Alfie made a mental note that Allie was smarter than he imagined. Considering that surely, only a year ago she had begun to speak more fluently.

"Do you think she's in Heaven? If she's there, she can't come back,"

"It's okay. She told me everything's nice there."

"So they say…"

"I'm going to miss her," Allie pouted and Alfie hugged the girl, tucking her against his chest. He also took a blanket and placed it on top of her. Her small hands, clutched at his shirt.

"It's going to be okay," he replied, "it's going to be okay."

But Allie, didn't get to hear those words for she had fallen asleep, comforted by the embrace and warmth that man provided.

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When Rose returned to the house, all was quiet. When she reached the living room, the scene in general made her heart beat faster. Even if someone had told her it would happen that very morning when she woke up, Rose would have thought it was all coming out of a movie, the kind she and Alfie went to the cinema to see. Cyril was asleep near the fireplace and Alfie was in his favorite armchair with the little girl sleeping soundly in his arms. Allie's head rested on his shoulder as he stroked her head with one hand. Small as she was, she seemed even smaller next to him. It was a familiar scene that he would never in his life have imagined would happen. Alfie was pensive, and only noticed she was there when she called out to him. Alfie looked up at her.

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"We need to talk, right?" he whispered, as soon as he saw Rose standing in front of him, still holding the bags with what she had bought in her hand. "And we need to talk seriously."

PART 2

A/N: Allie was/is a little oc I created last year as Alfie's daughter. She's a sassy little girl, although back then, she was her biological daughter.

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@hoodeddreams13 @call-sign-shark @zablife

Late Evening || Alfie Solomons x Reader Smut

Summary: You visit Alfie at his office and things get pretty steamy.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 1297

Request: @ihavealwayslovedcass

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: Hope your girlfriend will enjoy it! 💖🐼

It was late evening and Alfie was still stacked in his office, busy with his own businesses. He didn't expect any visitors, it was until you knocked on the door oto his office.

You stepped in without waiting at reply, you looked around and let out a sigh. "Good evening, sir."

He looked at you briefly from over some papers. "You start with this "sir" shit again? I think we talked about this already, Y/N," Alfie muttered and returned to looking at the paper in his hand.

You scoffed loudly, taking a seat at chair in front of his desk. "I try to be polite. Later I hear I have no manners," you summed up, crossing legs.

"You never had any manners, being polite now and calling me sir won't fix it, darling," he summed up without looking at you. Even when you both were in a relationship for quite a long time now, he still was harsh sometimes.

"I thought I told you to not come here? Is it so hard to understand that you have to sit home and wait at me?," Alfie asked and then looked at you.

"Yes. I got bored. I roamed through city and decided to visit you and check if my man is fine," you stated angrily. Why he was always so tough to deal with? You still loved that block, no matter how huge arsehole he might have been toward you.

Alfie put the paper away and leaned back in his chair, observing you carefully. He noticed that you had your new dress on, so for sure you weren't here just because you were bored. "You put on new dress," Alfie pointed softly and pat his lap. "Come here, darling."

You shifted in your chair, you rubbed your thighs together as his voice already made your core twitched.You got up but instead joining him, you walked to the window and peeked outside, at the dirty street. "You sit here for hours, all alone. Or maybe shall I start be worried that you meet someone here during all that long evenings, when our bed is lacking your warm?"

Alfie rolled his eyes and got up, he knew you were teasing him. He walked to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest. "Are you seriously accusing me of a fucking affair?," Alfie growled against your ear. Suddenly, a hard slap landed on your ass. "You are a bad girl right now."

You bit your lip and slipped out of his grasp with quick movement. "Look at you," you stated, "You're such a handsome man. You think I am deaf? I heard not once and not twice how girls were gossiping about you in bar," you walked to his desk with swing in your hips and bend over it.

Alfie growled annoyed. "Are you fucking kidding me? I don't care about some bloody whores talking in the bar."

He muttered and walked to the door and locked them. "They talk about everything," Alfie summed up and moved to you, he grabbed you and sat you on his desk properly, standing between your legs. "I hate how fucking long that thing is," his hands grabbed the skirt of your dress to lift it up.

"You didn't deserve it," you said grabbing his hand and pushing it off your legs. "You were an arsehole, leaving me alone in house for hours!"

Alfie grabbed your wrists tightly and pinned them to the desk. "Listen to me now!," he growled at you. "I risk my skin every bloody day so you will have every fucking dress you want, so you can go to your fucking friends and brag about your new shoes or this fucking makeup. So don't you fucking dare to tell me what I deserved and what I didn't because when you sit in home pampered, I risk my life making businesses."

Your legs wrapped around his hips, you pulled him closer to you and kissed his bearded jaw. "That's why I love my fierce block that much," you whispered right into his ear.

"And your behavior is highly annoying, you are like a spoiled brat. I think I need to stop buying you so many things. What time it is?," Alfie asked and looked at his pocket watch. "Fuck this," he said before pushing your skirt up to give him access to your soaked pussy. "I can tell you are wet for me, woman," Alfie smiled and unbuttoned his pants before slipping your panties aside."Sadly, I don't have much time for you sweetheart,” he whispered into your ear before pushing harshly into you.

You rolled head back parting your lips as you weren't slick enough to take him fully. "Oh God," your arms wrapped around his waist and legs tighter around his hips. "Fuck, just like that, Alfie," you prized him, nodding.

"Don't prize me like I don't know what I am doing," he said and thrusted hard into you. He kept his harsh pace, one of his hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing it lightly. "You can be a really good girl but sometimes I have to remind you about your bloody place."

You looked at him with wry smile, your hand moved to his arse to squeeze it when he slipped his entire length into you. "I like to be your bad girl, and you like it too," a giggle left your lips.

After moment you pushed him strongly back, so his cock slipped out of you. You got off desk and turned around, sticking your bun to him.

He grabbed your hips and pushed back into you, fucking your roughly again. "Wonder who told you that. You risk losing a lot of stuff by pissing me off, girl," Alfie growled into your ear and used his body to pin you down to the desk. "You are always so fucking tight,” he muttered pushing even harder in you, his arm wrapped around your abdomen and his hand traveled to your clit.

 You moaned his name, closing eyes aa first waves of unbearable pleasure started to hit the right spot. Your breasts pinned down to counter of his desk hurt but you didn't mind it as long as he was doing all those things to you. "Only for you, once and for all...," moan escaped your parted lips as you tried to meet his thrusts.

"I hope that only for me. I wouldn't appreciate my woman fucking whoever she wants,” Alfie muttered more to himself but loudly enough for you to hear. Soon, his thrust became more sloppy. "Come on, little one. Come for your man," he purred into your ear.

You slipped hand between your thighs, giving yourself messy rubs, also trying to tease his length every time he was moving backward. Soon, your inner walls started to clench around his cock, slick juices streamed down your thighs as you cum hardly around him, his name was the only thing you were moaning about.

"Fuck," Alfie growled loudly pushing his cock deep inside of you and filling you up with his seed."Such a good girl," man muttered and kissed your nape and then your neck. "But now you will have to go," Alfie informed you quietly before moving away from you.

You tugged hems of your skirt down, trying to improve your clothes as much as you could. With rosy cheeks burning of blush, you looked at him. "Are you expecting someone?"

He nodded, improving himself and his pants. "One of those fucking Shelby’s have to come and talk with me. I don't want any of them to even look at you."

You gave him a nod and kissed him briefly before leaving. “Don't overwork yourself," you asked before you had closed the door.

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