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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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Paradise (Alfie Solomons x Fem!OC)

Alfie Solomons x Rose Coldwell (ofc) (Masterlist)

Summary: Alfie and Rose finally have a free day to enjoy themselves. The countryside is a good option, away from London and the noisy city. That willow tree seems to be perfect. Two teenagers in love, alone, eating pies surrounded by grass, ducks and a beautiful stream. Although Mother Nature decided that these little bugs were part of the landscape, too.

Warnings: Bugs -> 🐜🐝. || Fluff. || I invented Alfie's mom's name.

Words: 2.6k

This is the little memory I mentioned when I wrote this letter (part of this event) but you don't need to read to understand this. But, if you want to read much better. Also @call-sign-shark I used some things from your letter here.

1905

"If you touch anything in that basket I'll cut your hand off, Samuel!"

Seventeen-year-old Rose Coldwell was pacing back and forth in her house, preparing for a date with her boyfriend, Alfie. After more than two weeks they could finally spend a whole day together and, more importantly, alone.

Her mother scolded her.

"I'm just saying!" the girl said, looking at her brother.

"Like you guys are going to eat everything," replied the 12-year-old boy, closing the lid of the basket again, "you're going to snog all the time. Frankly, it's disgusting."

"You don't understand anything, Samuel. Don't you have homework to do?" she asked, but she felt her cheeks burning. Her middle brother wasn't so wrong after all.

"Yes, but I'd rather bother you."

"Mom, have you considered giving him up for adoption?"

Samuel stuck his tongue out at his sister before grabbing his book and pencil "No one would want me. I'd make life impossible for whoever adopts me just to come back here and bother you. Although I'd rather be adopted than have to listen to you 'oh, Alfie! I love you, Alfie! You're my love, Alfie! Oh, kiss me, Alfie!' " Samuel had clasped his hands together under his chin as he blinked repeatedly, tuning his voice to imitate his sister.

Mary Coldwell, the mother, could do nothing but laugh. So did little seven-year-old Louis.

"Go to hell, Sam," Rose said, wagging her middle finger at him.

The boy didn't respond, but kept smiling. Teasing his big sister was definitely his favourite pastime. In the not too distant future, he would defend her with all his heart, but now he was happy to make her life miserable.

Earlier that morning, Alfie had given her several plates of different cakes that he had baked the night before. She had carefully put them away in the basket her mother had given her. Rose put in two canteens of juice and some fruit she had stolen from the Evert mansion where she worked.

Before putting on her bonnet and finally leaving, she walked over to her little brother and wiped his face, "Don't make Mom mad, okay, Lou? And if Samuel provokes you, don't listen to him."

"I'm right here! I can hear you, you know?" Samuel looked up from his book to look at her.

"I know, that's why I told him." Then he turned to the youngest of the family again, "Did you hear me, Lou?"

"Yes, Rosie. Have a nice time with Alfie."

"Thanks, Lou." Rose then turned back to Samuel, "And you, keep an eye on the house, ok? Don't break anything and if you're going to play outside do it carefully."

Then, opening the basket she took out an apple pie and handed it to him. "Share it with Louis. And with mum, ok?

Samuel's smile was huge and Rose couldn't help but smile too. Her teenage brother was a nightmare, but she loved him. Finally she walked over to her mother and hugged her, "You'll be alright?"

"Yes. Go with Alfie and enjoy the nice day, you deserve it, dear," Mary said to her, as she hugged her, she whispered "take care of yourself...and tell him to look after you. We don't want a mini Solomons just yet."

"Mum!" now Rose was completely blushingm

"Rose..."

"All right. Yes, we'll be careful."

Turning away from her mother and taking the basket, Rose finally left her house. Her mother's words had made her blush. How did her mother know? It had been just under a year since she and Alfie had shared their first night together. But she hadn't told anyone. Whenever they were together it was always at his house when his mother was at work or asleep and they were extremely careful not to make a sound. Had Alfie's mum suspected and told hers? Rose didn't want to think about it. How would she now manage to see Alfie on the few nights they could share knowing that his mum knew what she was doing? Rose blushed again. It hadn't occurred to the girl that her mother had been young too. Or that Mary Coldwell knew her daughter well enough to know what had happened.

Rose forced herself not to think about it. Alfie was waiting for her at the end of the street with a bag slung over his shoulder and a smile on his face. He gave her a kiss as soon as they were close.

"I had a morning to forget," she said taking his hand as they both started walking. "Samuel is a nightmare and my mother...don't get me started on my mother. God, I need to forget everything."

"That's what I'm for. Today, my beautiful Rosie, we will have a wonderful date that will make you forget all your troubles."

"That's all I need."

A man who worked in the same bakery as Alfie had offered to drive both teenagers to the countryside and would pick them up in the evening when he returned to the city. That way the young couple would have several hours to be alone and finally enjoy the day off they both had.

Having left the chaos of London behind them, he and she finally arrived in the countryside. A little over an hour later, the man called Charles stopped his cart.

"Wait for me by the side of the road before the sun goes down, Alfie. If you're not there I'll go alone and you'll have to see what excuse you can make to your girl's family," he warned.

"Yes, Charlie. We'll be here."

"Right."

Without saying goodbye, the man jerked the horses' reins and rode away, raising a cloud of dirt around the young couple.

"What a kind man," Rose commented, rolling her eyes.

"It's not personal, sweetheart. Charlie's grumpy with everyone. But he's the one who told me about this place. It's beautiful and there's no one here but you and me."

Alfie was right. Except for the local wildlife there was no one. The day could not have been more ideal. From cloudless blue skies to a perfect temperature, everything indicated that he and she would be able to enjoy each other's company until the sun went down.

Perhaps it was too perfect. Mother Nature had other plans for the young lovers.

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The willow tree whose branches touched the stream was a perfect spot. Alfie laid the tablecloth his mother had given him on the grass while she took off her shoes to make herself more comfortable. Alfie glanced sideways at her as she walked over to the water and dipped her toes into the water which was clearly cold. He couldn't help but smile. The dress she wore swayed in the wind and without her bonnet, the sun reflected off her brown hair.

Considering that his father impregnated every woman he could find, including his mother, that he'd fallen in love like that was certainly a miracle. Alfie believed that part of his being, that he wanted to be a powerful and feared London gangster was because his father's rotten blood ran through his veins. But when he looked at Rose, he knew that the gentleness that came over him was because Svetlana Volkóva, his mother, was part of him, too. And fortunately for Rose when Alfie stood beside her, the rotten part of Alfred Solomons Sr. that Alfie had inherited, did not exist.

"There are ducks!" she exclaimed, approaching him again. "Looks like they decided today was a good day to be here too."

He laughed "and I wanted privacy..." Alfie grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to him "I suppose they won't mind if we..."

"Alfie, please don't say it! My mother created a trauma for me today."

"What the hell happened to your mother?"

Rose looked up at him as he still held her waist. She could feel his fingers moving on her back. "She implied to me that she knew that we already... you know. 'We don't want a mini Solomons yet' she told me. God, Alfie! She knows! Now every time I look at her I'm going to be thinking she knows I'm sleeping with you."

"So what? This is the 20th century! It's out of fashion to come to marriage pure, sweetheart. Maybe the most conservative people still believe in it, but it's not going to last. It's time to stop seeing it as taboo."

"I don't see it as taboo, Alfie. You well know I'm all for women's liberation and that includes sex, but it's embarrassing for your mother to tell you that. Couldn't she have kept quiet?"

"You're a fucking treasure. I don't know how many girls could say the word sex without blushing. I'm a lucky fucking boy, ain't I? Forget about it, okay? Your mother just wants you to be okay. Come on, let's sit down and forget about it. That's what we came for."

She had to agree with him. Sitting on the tablecloth, sheltered under the willow tree from the sun that was shining ever brighter, the two of them began to eat as they talked and laughed. He was telling her about the problems the bakery was having, starting with the owner, surnamed Terry, who despite having given Alfie work for the last three years, still refused to give him a significant raise. And Alfie was the one who was in charge of serving the people and also baking. At one point they both started laughing loudly when they suggested that the old baker and old Evert, who owned the house where she worked, should become a couple.

"It would be horrifying. Terry's not bad enough to deserve Lady Evert."

"He's a fucking bastard. It wouldn't hurt him to be with someone worse than him."

"You're going to be worse than him when you're in charge of your... 'bakery'" Rose said, air-quoting

"I'm not denying it. There's only one way to keep control and that's for everyone to know who's in charge. But unlike Terry, I'm going to be the most loyal boss and husband of all."

"Lucky your wife..."

"Lucky me," he replied kissing her. Taking his face in her hands, she responded to the kiss and put up no resistance as he laid her down on the tablecloth. All around were the pie and a half-eaten piece of fruit. In that moment and in all the minutes that followed, nothing existed for the young couple but the two of them.

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Rose was the first to feel a tickle that had nothing to do with what had just happened between her and Alfie. Still in his arms, she shook her leg to get rid of the sensation but to no avail. She wanted to focus on Alfie and his kisses, but she couldn't. Then she felt a twinge.

"Ouch!" Rose finally decided to see what was happening. She had several ants walking up and down her leg and one of them had stung her. She waved them away, that made Alfie pay attention too.

"Fuck!" the boy stood up pulling up his trousers and looking around. The cake and fruit they had left there were completely covered in ants. Not dozens, hundreds of them taking over the food and having their own picnic.

"Bastards! Yeah! You bastards!" he exclaimed, trying to push the insects away from the food. He only succeeded in making them cling harder and sting his fingers.

"Not the pumpkin pie..." she wailed. "Damn it!"

"Uh! Fucking hell! Look at the delicious pear you brought me... it's missing."

There was nothing that could be done. It was impossible to eat that and it was even more impossible to stay there. Alfie shook the tablecloth hard near the stream, hoping that several of them would drown or be eaten by ducks.

Rose had seen another willow tree and they walked towards it. It was less plentiful than the other and further away from the stream, but it was pretty all the same. Alfie was grumpy. This was not how he expected to spend the day with his girlfriend. Until the ant problem had been fantastic, including making love to her. But those cunts had ruined the moment after that.

Maybe now he could relax a bit under the new tree. He put the tablecloth back and they both sat down together.

"It's all right, Alfie, it was just a stupid pear and your delicious pie. I'm sure you can bake another."

"But we're not going to enjoy it here."

"No, but we can find somewhere else."

The boy nodded. At least they still had the honey and bread. She rested her head on his shoulder as they ate in silence. He kissed her forehead. Alfie thought he could be like this all his life he wouldn't care. When Rose sought his lips, he reciprocated. Now she tasted like honey. Alfie was ready to be with her a second time, if she wanted him to.

Bzzzz.

If it wasn't for those flies buzzing in his ears... Fucking flies, Alfie thought, stroking her neck while kissing her.

Bzzzz.

Rose opened one eye as she heard the buzzing getting louder and louder and closer to her ear. And then she screamed.

There were bees everywhere and they were angry. This time neither he nor she had any reaction but to run. Only Alfie managed to grab the tablecloth knowing that if he lost it his mother would kill him, but the rest of their things remained all under the second willow tree, including Rose's shoes. The two teenagers ran until their lungs ached. Alfie was in a bad mood again. But that was until he heard her laugh.

Disheveled, barefoot and almost out of breath, Rose was laughing, resting her hands on her knees.

"Oh my God! We're going to remember this day for the rest of our lives."

Alfie had no intention of laughing, he was still angry at the ants, the bees and now he also resented the ducks even though they hadn't done anything to them. But seeing her laugh made him start to smile too, and he joined in her laughter.

Hours later, Old Charlie found them cuddling on a tablecloth by the side of the road. Alfie was sitting behind her, wrapping his arms around her, while Rose was between his legs.

"Why are you barefoot, girl?" asked the man.

"We were attacked by a swarm of bees," she explained. "My shoes were left under that willow tree and under no circumstances do I intend to go looking for them again. Alfie neither."

"And you have another pair?"

"Yes. An older one and I can borrow another from my mother or..."

Old Charlie sighed. Young people. That generation was lost. It was he who went down to the creek to fetch them, he could bring Alfie's bag too. Not so the basket floating in the middle of the stream. The ducks had carried it there. They both thanked the man. He was grumpy, but he also showed himself to be a good man.

The ride back to London was silent. Rose had fallen asleep on him and he held her against him.

Alfie looked out over the landscape that was turning orange with the sunset. The willow tree looked smaller and smaller in the distance. The sun was streaming through its branches, Alfie couldn't take his eyes off it. After all, it had been an unforgettable day. Once again, she was right.

Alfie thought that if paradise existed, it had to be that place. That landscape with the willow tree whose branches touched the stream plus the girl sleeping in his arms, that was his paradise.

Perhaps that was why twenty-one years in the future, while his body struggled to remain in this world, his mind would transport him back under that willow tree to that day which, although he did not believe it now, had been one of the most beautiful he had ever lived.

The Wandering Jew - Alfie Solomons (Masterlist)

• Modern!AU-Soulmate!AU (Alfie and Rose masterlist)

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3

Alfie Solomons is the owner of “The Wandering Jew” a bed and breakfast Inn he has in London.

Or that's what he says.

His real business is more dangerous and illegal. It involves powerful, rich people, guns and a lot of money. Large sum of money. Poker chips and death.

But Covid-19 forces him to close the doors. Although he's not alone, a woman is at the inn with him. She's trapped in London and since there's no way to return home because airports are closed, she has to stay there.

Now Alfie is dealing with his illegal business online and with his feelings in real life because he knows this woman. Alfie never saw her before, but he knows her. From where? Who knows... Maybe from another life.

And Cyril, too. Of course.

(When I say powerful people. I mean powerful people.)

Now, this will be a series of independent one shots that will follow a chronological order, starting in March 2020 and finishing... I don't know when yet.

The first one-shot is almost written. I'll try to post it in few hours.

Also, I'm planning to include some of my mutuals OCs in this story. Because they did the same in their fics and I do want to follow their steps 😌❤️.

I have a taglist for Alfie x OC but if you're not included and you want to, just tell me.

Taglist: @zablife @hoodeddreams13 @call-sign-shark @peakyltd @evita-shelby @kmc1989

Ps: Thanks @dreamlandcreations for your divider!!