#tolfie

[grieverbitmyfinger]

More progress 😌

[todaysrat]

homos

[eddiesmissingshoe]

Blame by Bastille would work so well as a Tommy x Alfie song 😩

[se-dissipou]

Tommy: how did the fight start?

Alfie: Arthur sneezed earlier and i accidentally said 'shut the fuck up' instead of 'bless you'

Tommy: how do you accidentally say 'shut the fuck up'?

[elk96]

The drawing are by

@andtherewerefireworks ,

@whentommymetalfie,

@dangerousmybeautifulhorse, ( if I figured the reblogs right)

Hope it's okay to use your art guys!

[amazingmsme]

Wanna Know A Secret?

AN: The beginning of the peaky blinders fics I have planned! So happy I got the chance to write for Alfie, that dude is so fun! & he loves to poke Tommy’s buttons, lol. Lucky for him, so does Arthur. Enjoy day 4!

If anyone knew how to party, it was Alfie Solomon. Which was exactly why Arthur and Thomas Shelby found themselves particularly sloshed in his parlor, passing around bottle after bottle of liquor. Needless to say, spirits were high.

"You know somethin' Tommy? I think this is the most I've ever seen you smile!" Alfie commented rather loudly, leaning against Arthur's shoulder for support as he pointed at Thomas, who sat in a chair across from them.

"What can I say? We don't see each other much," he shrugged, sporting a sly yet amused smirk.

"He actually used to s me smile a lot more, believe it or not. But that was a long time ago. Before the war an' all that," Arthur slurred. He looked his brother up and down, a chuckle slipping past his lips.

"Hey Alfie, wanna know a secret?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Of course!"

"What secret," Tommy demanded to know, though he spoke in a carefree tone, leaning back in the chair.

Arthur waved him off. "You already know it," he said and leaned in, ready to whisper in Alfie's ear. 

"If I already know it, then why the secrecy?" Tommy questioned, arching a brow.

"Because without it, it wouldn't really feel like a secret, would it?"

"Yeah, it wouldn't feel like a secret!" Alfie agreed with a cheeky grin. Thomas narrowed his eyes as he watched his brother lean in and whisper in Alfie's ear. He watched as a smile stretched across his face and he glanced at Thomas then back at Arthur. "No shit?!"

"Go on, try it if you don't believe me!" Arthur goaded. "Don't worry, he won't bite. Usually. Just mostly bark."

Alfie snorted. "Mostly."

Thomas straightened in his seat as Alfie stood, walking over to sit on the arm of his chair, and furrowed his brows.

"Right then, what'd he tell you?" he asked, looking up at that shit eating grin shining through a thick beard.

"I s'pose I could tell you... But I'd rather show you."

He was about to ask just what the hell that was supposed to mean, when a hand reached up and scratched behind his ear. He was drunk and taken off guard, scrunching his neck as surprised giggles poured out before he could stop himself and Alfie froze. They looked at each other with wide eyes before he turned to his brother.

"Arthur what the fuck?" Perhaps it would've been more threatening if his face wasn't so flushed, or if he didn't have a smile playing at the edge of his mouth. Said man just shrugged, a very satisfied look on his face.

"What? We're all havin' a bit of fun. Figured it's been a while since I tortured you," he teased.

"You wouldn't," he challenged.

"Mmm, maybe not," Arthur conceded with a shrug, ducking his head down to stare at the floor. He tilted his chin up to meet his gaze, now sporting a devilish smirk. "But he would," he said matter of factly and pointed at Alfie, who now had both hands hovering around his ears, poised to strike.

He was about to yell out to wait when he dove in, tracing the shells of his ears and scribbling his fingers up and down his neck. He had no hope of holding back the boyish giggles that burst from where they had been buried deep in his chest.

"An' here I was thinkin' he didn't know how to laugh!" Alfie teased, continuing the ticklish assault. He growled at the playful taunt, gritting his teeth together to trap whatever embarrassing noises his body was trying to make. His face was scrunched adorably from the effort it took to hold in his laughter and a wide grin was nearly splitting his face in two. It was a rare and blessed sight to behold.

"I really gotta thank you Arthur, this is the best gift anyone's ever given me," he praised, pinning Tommy to the chair with his knee in his lap. "Gonna come in handy quite often I think," he added with an evil chuckle of his own. He was laughing right in his ear, and the low grumbling tenor shot tingles down his back and he squealed.

"Oh? What's this then?" he asked, clearly amused as he took advantage of their proximity and rubbed his scruff against his neck. Thomas spasmed and screamed in laughter, occasionally brown up by shrieks and snorts and he flailed about.

"Oh Jehesus Chrihihist, Alfihihihihehehe!" he screamed through hysterics, back arched while he pounded a hand against his back. Alfie leaned away to give him a breather, flashing him the widest smile he thinks he's ever seen.

"What's the matter Tommy? You ticklish or somethin'?" he let out a loud, heart laugh as if it was the funniest joke and slapped him on the shoulder. Arthur tossed his head back with an amused chuckle and Thomas groaned slumping forward.

"I'm never gonna live this down, am I?"

"Not likely."

He shot a glare at Alfie, though the unshakable grin severely dampened the effect.

"You tell anyone and I'll kill you slowly-"

"Mhm."

"And painfully."

"Okay."

Tommy wants to be mad. Should be mad. But he can't find it in himself to be upset, still feeling far too giggly to hold a grudge. Besides, he needed the laugh.

If Arthur had to tell anyone about his, ahem, weakness, Tommy's glad that at least it was just Alfie.

[windsweptinred]

London 1920s

A man swaggers into the White Horse Inn. Stopping briefly in the doorway, his eyes land on his unsuspecting targets and in a voice, self satisfied and cocksure announces...

'The Devil and the Wandering Jew.'

Dream and Hob stand, Alfie and Tommy stand. Both double take and stare at the other with curiosity and suspicion.

One hour later...

Tommy and Dream, intensely involved in a blue eyed, stoic, cat fight.

Meanwhile...

Alfie: So after three months of the most wanton f*cking stares a man has ever been subjected to by a hellion such as he, I said to him, Tommy, I'm going to kiss you now. And he pulls a gun on me. Now I tell you Mr Gadling, I am a man of many unholy tastes, but that was not part of my lustful imaginings. Then out he storms like the venom of God. All wrath and tempests. And a month later, I am set upon by his circus of a family!

Hob: You are preaching to the choir Mr Solomons.

[loveisonlyforthebrave8]

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