Pairing: reader x Alfie Solomons

Word count: idk its not super long

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is a Shelby that they call the Witch because every man she meets falls in love with her. Sent to negotiate with Alfie, the Reader warns him not to fall in love and of course he thinks it won’t be an issue…. until it is. 

Based off a plethora of Alfie x Shelby reader imagines

note: so originally i wanted to write a bunch of stories but they’re really not my forte, this has been in my draft nearly a year, some kind soul said they wanted a longer imagine for my most recent one so i figured i might as well just post this. added the last two sections just for some closure.

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“I’ve heard stories about you.” Alfie grinned, taking a seat at his desk, “you’re the Shelby witch eh? one walk down a street right, and every man who sees ya falls wildly in love.”

you shrugged, “well if you’ve already heard of me, then I guess I don’t have to warn you, not that my warnings do any good.”

“you? warn me? not to fall in love with ya?!” Alfie laughed, “sounds like a challenge eh?”

“I hope you win Mr. Solomons, you would be the first who does.”

he sat back in his chair, taking a long look at you, “so you want what Thomas asked for last I saw him?”

“yes, that’s what I’m here for. you either give it to me now and let me leave, maybe you’ll make it out of this without feelings, but if you want to negotiate, I’ll be sticking around a while, worse for you.” you crossed your arms, “so what will it be?”

Alfie rubbed at his bearded chin, looking you up and down, “ I say negotiate, whats the worst that could happen eh?”

you walked to the door, turning to look at him once, “the worst thing, Alfie, is you’ll fall in love with me and end up giving me everything I want anyways, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

**********

you were staying in one of the Shelby estates while in London, a three-story house in the heart of the city. it was around dinner time and you wandered the house, dressed in a beautiful ballgown.

you hadn’t been pacing long when there was a knock at your door. “I’ll get it.” you told the maid as you walked to the door, opening it and leaning on the doorway, arms crossing over your chest.

“well isn’t this a surprise?” you grinned at Alfie.

he looked you up and down, “obviously not love. are you all dressed up for lil ol’ me?” a grin spread on his face.

“no I’m waiting for a different gangster.” you shrugged, moving from the doorway to allow him into the house. 

“oh yeah? busy bewitching the lot of us at once eh?” he sauntered in, closing the door behind him.

you sighed, “let me grab my purse and then we can go.”

Alfie laughed, “and what makes you so sure I’m planning on taking you somewhere?”

“its dinnertime Mr. Solomons and you are dressed nicely, as am i.” you grabbed the purse and rejoined him in the entryway, holding out a hand, “shall we?” 

he sighed, allowing you to take his arm as he escorted you from your house and to his car, where he offered a hand to help you into the car before gingerly closing the door behind you.

“so how did you know I’d come and take you for dinner?” he asked when he entered the car.

“I give a man 24  hours before he calls on me and I met you this morning, making dinner time the obvious choice Mr. Solomons.”

“so I’m just like every other one of your bewitched puppies eh?” he chuckled.

“it’s starting to look that way Mr. Solomons, ready to give me what I want yet? leave while you still can?” you suggested. 

“not a chance.”

*************

you insisted on one of the nicest restaurants in London, Alfie had tried to object but one look had silenced him. he had to admit, walking into that fancy place, you on his arm… the looked he received, the respect, the envy… he did enjoy it. 

but he also saw how easy it was for you to wrap men around your finger and he knew that he would be just another sorry sod if he wasn’t careful. He had fought himself all day about whether or not to take you for dinner before deciding it was a courtesy thing, a sign of ‘goodwill’. 

when the waiter came, Alfie opened his mouth to speak but you waved a hand at him, not that it mattered since you had 100% of the waiters attention anyways, “two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, the best you have, and trust me, if you bring us the shit you serve regular people, I will know.” you stated then waved your hand again, sending the waiter running to attend to your needs.

“so you’re a woman who knows what she wants.” Alfie stated.

“I’m a Shelby, don’t forget it.” you said. 

“right, so let’s talk business-” Alfie began.

you laughed, “not a chance Mr. Solomons, we talk business in the morning, evenings and dinner are for pleasure only.” you flashed that brilliant and all-knowing smile that he was already staring the love, “but you knew that. just like I knew you’d show up at my door tonight.”

Alfie grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, “so you’ve got me all figured out, that’s just lovely innit? just lovely.”

“so ask me.”

“ask you what love?”

“the questions that have been on your mind. I know you have some, if you didn’t, neither of us would be here.” 

just then the waiter returned with your drinks, flashing you a shy smile before scurrying off again. “you’ve got that boy wrapped around your little finger ain’t ya?” Alfie laughed. 

“you know who I am, I’m the Shelby witch, now get back on track and ask me those questions Alfie.” you sighed.

“how is a pretty girl like you right, with obvious suitors, still unmarried?” he asked, pouring you both a shot.

“call me whatever you’d like, call me crazy even, but i want to marry for love. and its nothing but true love that will ever convince me to marry a man.” you answered, taking the shot and downing it. 

Alfie followed suit then laughed, “so you’ve just got high standards is that it?”

“men will always love me for the way I look, I’ve yet to meet a man who gets to know the true me, inside, first.” 

Alfie poured another shot, “sounds like another challenge don’t it?”

“Cheers to that.” you laughed, clinking your glass to his as you downed another shot, “now I have a question for you.”

“hmm.” he said absentmindedly, pouring another shot already, “this is damn good stuff.”

“how is it you, the leader of a gang…. how is it a man as handsome as you is unmarried?”

Alfie chuckled, “you think I’m handsome do ya?”

“I have eyes, same as you.” 

“most women just want me for me money and me power.” he answered.

“so i suppose we both know what its like, having people come for the superficial things, do we not, Mr. Solomons?”

“for the love of god woman, call me Alfie why don’t ya?”

**********

the shots had kicked in soon after, but you had gone for dinner and dinner you would be having. you ordered once more for Alfie and yourself, no arguments from him. the two of you had laughed and ate for hours, you insisted on paying, he had drank water to get himself sober enough to drive and then he had driven you back to your place.

walking you to your door like a true gentleman, you had thanked him for the night, then turned and kissed him on the cheek, with that you closed the door behind you.

he stood there on your doorstep for a few moments, heart beating in his chest while you fell back to lean on the door, also breathing heavily.

you never usually let men take you out. usually they only saw you for your looks. but Alfie? well, he hadn’t immediately fallen to your feet with admiration…. and, Tommy had told you to make this deal happen. 

you had to admit, Alfie had a certain charm. or maybe you had an aversion to men with power, being used to power yourself. maybe it was the strong shoulders. you didn’t know. all you knew was that you had been playing the game and winning for years, but maybe loosing would be okay. maybe, the tables turning wasn’t such a bad idea.

but… you knew he liked you too. that shocked look on his face before you closed the door after kissing his cheek would not be an image soon forgotten.

******

you’d been in London for two months. two months longer than Tommy had intended. but Alfie just couldn’t… give you up.

you had gone out for dinner once a week for the whole two months. they had started out sweet and about business… but soon he started bringing you flowers and paying for beautiful dresses that would arrive in packages the day of the dinner. 

then, he’d asked you to marry him. 

and, without any consultation with your brothers, you’d agreed.

when Tommy arrived at Alfie’s office his eyes immediately went to you and Alfie. he was sitting in his chair and you were standing close behind him, your hand on his shoulder.

you both looked up when Tommy entered.

“what the fuck is this?!” he asked.

“we’re getting married-” you began.

“no you’re fucking not!” Tommy screamed.

“calm down mate.” Alfie warned, “hear your sister out.”

Tommy’s angry gaze went from Alfie to you, “well are you going to explain or what?!”

“it happened really fast but… i love him Tommy.” 

“not. possible.” 

you frowned and Alfie stood, leaning forward on his desk, “well now look what you’ve done?” he growled, “you’re making your sister upset.”

“and what the fuck about it?” Tommy glared, “i’ve been pissing my sister off for years.”

“well that ends here.” Alfie stated.

“dont ever think you can tell me what to do as it concerns to my family.” Tommy growled.  

“right, well, this is my future wife.” 

“no. she isnt.” Tommy turned to you, “Y/N, we’re leaving.”

“no Tommy. you are.”

**********

Polly paced in front of the Shelby boys, “this is like Ada, but worse. i know you all hate the man but this is for Y/N, now if one of you steps a toe out of line, i’ll kill ya.” she met the eyes of every man, especially Tommy, “got it?!”

Tommy’s jaw feathered and his fists clenched and unclenched.

“got it Tommy?!” Polly growled.

“got it.” 

“now, John, out of respect to the family, Alfie has requested you as best man because he hates you the least.” Polly said.

John rolled his eyes.

“today is about Y/N. after today, she can move to Camden town and you never have to see that bear of a husband of hers again. agreed?”

“agreed.” they all sighed.

Polly smiled, “then lets go and have a wedding.”