#Alfie x rose

[evita-shelby]

Strings of Fate

Thanks @justrainandcoffee for having the dream that inspired Forbidden and this happier au and happy birthday 🎂 🥳

Cw: smut, infertility, Tommy’s canon fertility issues, cheating

Rose Coldwell needed a husband to escape Lawerence Evertt and the Shelbys could use someone to help Polly and Ada with Finn and John’s now motherless children.

His marriage was one of convenience and no matter what they did, it just didn’t work.

“I cannot have children,” his wife had admitted when they held Ada’s baby and Tommy wondered if they could try and have some happiness of their own.

The Romani Gangster had never held that against her, he was fond of her and cared for her like he cares for all his family, and when he realized the place Alfie Solomons had in her heart, Tom supposed it was a blessing in disguise.

He didn’t stop her; it wasn’t as if he hadn’t resumed his visits to Lizzie nor dallied with Grace in hopes of filling that hollowness in his chest. The least he could do for her is to ignore her visits to Camden Town and believe her lies.

Once business is done, he will broach the topic of a divorce. Tommy would use his own affairs to place the blame squarely on his shoulders and make sure her reputation remains spotless.

He needs Camden Town, Alfie Solomons would have no choice but to ally with him and help him take London or he’d never set her free. It is the only reason he is taking on Sabini now that both Kimber and Evertt are dead and gone.

Alfie’s no fool, his own wife was a Smith whose grandmother lived in Small Heath. If Tommy wanted, he could hurt her, but he wouldn’t. He’s not like that.

She’s a beauty, he’s seen her in the neighborhood enough times to know Mr. Solomons is a lucky man. She’s friends with Ada, on good terms with Polly and Finn adores her. Had he met her sooner perhaps, Eva Solomons would be Eva Shelby.

“If my husband were a jealous man, you would be pushing daisies, Mr. Shelby.” The witch says in Rromani as she looks at the wares in the shop that makes his suits.

“Something you must thank my wife for, I suppose.” His words hit their mark as she stills for a moment before regaining composure. They speak of the matter in their shared tongue, and no one here would report anything but mere speculation to his aunt, Chester Campbell and Sabini.

She and Rose are friends, even if dear Rosie thinks Eva isn’t aware of her relationship with her husband. What her reasons are for feigning ignorance about their affair is something Tommy intends to find out.

“He goes his way, I go mine.” The woman answered his unspoken question and refuses to turn and look at him. “Same agreement you have with Rose.”

“Can’t fill the emptiness either, Mrs. Solomons.” Even the name feels wrong, just as Rose Shelby does.

Tommy looks at a bolt of fine black lace and suggests it to her with a calculated look on his face to sell the lie. As far as Polly will know, he is merely convincing Eva Solomons to convince her husband to free Arthur and claim Billy Kitchen’s death as his doing.

“If you wish to seduce me, Shelby, you should try harder. I like to be wooed.” The witch dismissed his words and before she could ring up the shopkeeper to buy it, he orders the man at the counter to put in on his tab.

He pays for his suits now. Never leaves a debt unpaid and tips generously, he even vets his whores after Grace took advantage of his weakness in the name of the Law.

Tommy Shelby should remember how that hurt him and his family as he courts the Witch of Camden Town.

But he cannot help it, there is something pulling him to her that he hasn’t felt since Greta. Like an invisible string connecting his rotten soul to hers.

“Your cousin, Wag, said your husband refused your tickets to Chaplin's party after what he did to my brother and my men at his Seder.” The Gangster wanted revenge, he had an ace up his sleeve to get Alfie Solomons to have the police sergeant in his pocket release Arthur and his men.

This was more than just a play against Eva’s husband and Rose’s lover, this was Tommy Shelby being led by his stupid broken heart to see where that string of fate leads him to. Not his cock this time, though the woman beside him ignited all sorts of want with that feel of magic about her.

“I want you to wear that lace for me and after that, we will go to my sister’s place in London, and we will fuck until we forget what our spouses are doing in that property they think we don’t know about.” He comes close enough to breathe in the soft rose water and vanilla and that touch of myrrh and frankincense left over from incense to enhance her supernatural abilities.

Tommy Shelby doesn’t know what he’ll do is she says no.

“Tell Ada to leave the lights on and the front door unlocked, I will be arriving there before you to keep Sabini off my tail.” Eva turns and looks at him over her shoulder with an enigmatic smile.

She doesn’t wear black lace.

She wears a jet beaded dress with a satin slip underneath with her dark hair curled and lips painted with the lipstick Rose will find on his collar tomorrow.

He shouldn’t want her, her husband could kill his brother for this, but Tommy Shelby cannot help himself.

He hardly remembers the party as the heady smell of witchcraft and roses stirred a fire within him he hasn’t felt in almost a decade. Grace had been there with her husband, but he had paid her no mind as he came to know the bewitching woman on his arm.

“You behave as if you were a man starved for love.” Her eyes are dark with want and her quiet laugh betrays how mutual this burning he feels is.

“As starved as you are, love.” Tommy cannot even bother to check the coast was clear as he kisses her hungrily at Ada’s doorstep.

Despite the need to sate the hunger they feel, they take their time, stumbling to the couch where they don’t bother removing their clothes. Any attempt to strip her of her fine clothes is met with a wicked grin, as he ran is hands up her silky skin and felt the lace he had paid for as she sank down on his hand.

“You said I had to wear the lace, you never said how.” The witch said against his mouth before kissing like a high-end whore.

“I need you.” He groans against the column of her neck as he kisses every freckle Solomons takes for granted and matches the slow pace she’s set. “Evie, I need you.”

Sex with Rose was good, a bit tame, but enough to scratch the itch. This was different, as if he’d known the witch before, as if he hadn’t been meant for anyone else except her.

“You don’t even know me, Tommy.” She pulled him back to her mouth as she rid him of his vest, gun holster and every item between her long black nails and his bare chest.

She could tear out his heart from his chest and he’d let her, just to fill that hollowness inside him.

They don’t stay in the couch, neither wanted the night to end and in silence decided they’d greet the dawn clad only in sin. The bed would be where they fuck in earnest, where he will take advantage of his own lack of fertility to ensure Solomons stays none the wiser.

Tommy takes his time peeling off the lingerie she wore only for him, kissing every inch of her and letting the sense of déjà vu guide and reward him with sounds he bets Alfie cannot string from her.

God was always cruel to him, to give him a soulmate and give her to a man who doesn’t worship her like she deserves. He tells her so when after feasts on her cunt like a man starved.

“Then show your goddess how a true believer should worship her.” She pulled him up and tasted herself in his tongue as he made love to her until she wept from the ecstasy.

Dawn paints her skin golden, and her eyes turn the color of his favorite whiskey, he wished he could wake every morning like this.

“Who knew Mr. Shelby was a poet?” the witch reads his thoughts and hears him use poetry to describe the naked goddess he's still inside of.

“Who knew soulmates were real?” their hands interlock as they lay together basking in the afterglow, pretending they don’t have cages to return to.

Tommy Shelby knows he must make her part of the deal: he will set Rose free only if Alfie does the same with Eva.

He can’t let her go, even if he’s only known her for a day or two, he knows he can’t live without her.

They all return home; Rose smells of Alfie and he smells of Eva. It is the first of many, they know it when Rose takes Ada’s old bedroom and Tommy’s in his own bed and both dream of their lovers.

Neither feel hurt as they did before when the guilt ate at Rose even if he’s never been loyal to her, the callous too thick to let them feel their sins burning against their conscious and damning them to hell once more.

“I hadn’t planned to tell you this until the Derby ended, but I will set you free. Our deal has been honored and you no longer need my protection in the form of a wedding ring and my last name.” It sounds cold and cruel to everyone but them.

Rose cries in relief and joy as she hugs him in gratitude. He’s set up the date with their lawyer, paid extra to have it done faster and even sought the Rabbi in Rose’s Temple to ask whether he needs a Get so his soon-to-be ex-wife can marry his lover’s husband.

Even if he does die today, he will die as Eva’s fiancé and not Rose’s husband.

“Rose and I declared our marriage over, and unless you do the same, I will blow your fine establishment up to marry your wife. The choice is yours, Solomons.” The gangster fears death and yet fears nothing today, but he trusts his witch. His witch who told him the grave he will dig is meant to show him how expendable he is to his new master.

Everything would fall into place and all would be right in the world…for them at least.

That night, still reeking of graveyard dirt and a man’s blood, he spends it in Eva’s arms in the sprawling house she will rule over as its rightful queen.

“How soon can we marry?” she holds on tightly to him as if they may wake up from this dream any moment.

“Before you start showing, I hope.” Tommy answers guessing why she’d even ask in the first place.

And so, they marry, in the last days of summer with a special license as their former spouses do the same in Margate.

Whether Charles Absalom Shelby is named for his uncle or Charlie Chaplin, is something only the new couple will know.

[novashelby]

Rose & Alfie

At every stage in her life, he loved her. There was this assumption that love wavers. It's up and down, and sometimes thins so much it's questionable whether or not it's there. But for Alfie, every day they grew older, he loved her more. He loved the way she became wiser, stronger, and braver. He became obsessed with the way her looks changed; becoming more defined with life and love. The small crevices along her skin and the way her hair lightened to a gray. All was evidence that he and her were living a full life together. Not one moment did he ever question his love, heart, and emotions. Not one moment did he ever find her less attractive than the day before.

@justrainandcoffee I hope you enjoy this small holiday gift. I will cross my fingers that I did it justice. Please enjoy, and happy holidays. :) Rose belongs to Flor.

[runnning-outof-time]

Just One Last Present

This is for the lovely Flor @justrainandcoffee , who’s incredible OC’s - Rose Solomons - birthday is today (I’ve got roughly 30 minutes to midnight here). I’m terribly sorry that I didn’t formally attend the birthday party that she was thrown … I hope you can accept this rather late present.

Thank you for creating this wonderful woman and sharing her and Alfie’s story with us. I still can’t believe this amazing world that you’ve created around here.

Here’s to many more stories and birthdays! ❤️

Rose was thankful to finally be dressed in comfortable clothing. Sure, she enjoyed every second of the surprise party that Alfie threw her on one of her favorite beaches, but wearing a fancy dress and mask and walking around in the sand all evening had sure worn her out.

She had just lowered herself down onto the couch, right next to Cyril, who was sprawled out and already fast asleep. A soft laugh escaped her lips as she pet him gently. The pooch had had the time of his life earlier; getting many treats and compliments on his dapper attire.

She let out a sigh of content as she dropped her head back against the couch, closing her eyes and soaking in the silence. Today was a good day, she thought to herself, smiling as the events played in her mind.

She was so deep in her reverie that she didn’t hear the footsteps sounding off of the hardwood. Because of this, she just about jumped in surprise when something was set down on her lap.

“What’s this, Al?” she asked her husband, confusion now present on her face as she tried to figure out how he managed to sneak in without her noticing.

“Bet you thought my company was all I was goin’ to give you,” he answered her, a grin present on his face.

“You’ve given me plenty today,” she answered him, her heart swelling just thinking of all of the things he’d done for her over the course of the day. Alfie shook his head in disagreement, nodding to the present as a non-verbal direction for her to open it. “Really, Alfie, you have.”

“Just one last present, Rosie,” he insisted.

Rose titled her head slightly, staring at him for a moment to see if he might take the gift back. She should have known better to even think that. With a soft sigh, she accepted defeat (like it was so hard to) and looked down at the present sitting in her lap.

The wrapping was beautifully done…she almost didn’t want to open it. The pattern on it was floral and blue, and it was tied together with a big, powder blue bow on top.

“Go on, love,” Alfie softly prompted her to continue, watching intently as she began to untie the bow.

Silence hung in the air as she went about the motions of pulling away the wrapping paper. A box greeted her when she had placed the outer layer aside. It had no giveaways on it, and it made her look to her husband with furrowed brows.

Alfie gave no hints either, and it prompted her to keep going. Slowly, she lifted the lid of the box. A gasp left her lips when she discovered what was inside.

“Alfie,” she breathed, her eyes now wide, “is this…?”

“The one you were lookin’ at,” he finished her question before she could ask it.

Rose’s eyes stayed locked on the absolutely stunning diamond necklace as she tried to decipher if she was dreaming or not. She’d look at it almost every time she’d go into town, and she always wonder what it would look like draped around her neck. Now it was sitting in her lap. It was hers.

“This must’ve cost a fortune,” she commented, finally looking up at Alfie again, her eyes still wide.

“You’re worth it,” Alfie concluded, his tone leaving no room for discussion.

The widest smile formed on Rose’s face as she heard Alfie’s declaration. She haphazardly placed the box down beside her — Cyril didn’t even mind that it bonked him on the nose — and stood from the couch to wrap her arms tightly around her husband’s shoulders. “I love you, Alfie,” she breathed as happy tears formed in her eyes. “This was the best birthday I could have ever asked for.”

“I love you, Rosie,” Alfie responded, smiling at his wife as she pulled away to look at him once more. She looked so sweet, her smile nearly touching her ears as her eyes shined with tears. “Happy birthday,” he whispered one last time before leaning in and kissing her.

A happy birthday, indeed.

I decided to write this because I remembered this lovely necklace from one of the polls you shared. I hope it made sense, and that you enjoyed it!

I also realized while I was making the moodboard that one of June’s birth flowers is the rose … did that play into her name? Or was it a beautiful coincidence?

Happy Birthday, Rose!!

[peakyswritings]

Where Alfie tries to teach Rose how to bake, but it turns out very badly. What seems like a good start, soon turns into a chain of mistakes not even Alfie can fix.

“It was just a small mistake, Al.”

“Rosie. We almost went fucking flambé.”

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Rose Coldwell/Solomons. Rose belongs to @justrainandcoffee

A/N: made this for Rose’s birthday. I hope you and Rose both like it, Flor!🤍

Dividers credit

[lunarubra]

Alfie x Rose Masquerade Party

And if everything is a dream, what does it matter ... I like it and I want to keep dreaming. -Luis Sepulveda

For Rosie and Alfie, celebrating Rose birthday in Venice during the Carnival. Here you can find her story by the amazing @justrainandcoffee.

[cljordan-imperium]

BACK TO THE 20'S - 4

Alfie & Rose Solomons belong to @raincoffeeandfandoms

“First, however, there are those upon this land that need protection, and I hear, Ms. Rose, that you are in need of some guards and those to teach them.  It would be my divine honor to help in that matter.  All female, of course, and to also help the children and women learn basic things they can do to help them should they ever be cornered.  We women are not nearly as frail and fragile as the men would like to believe.  It is such a joy to remind them of that, in the most painful of ways.”  A devious smile formed on her lips, one that went all the way to her eyes causing the corners to crease.  “And then we can talk about the beautiful ravens.” Gynnifer smiled brightly now, oh how she did love her birds!

“Yes, you mentioned your ravens, Miss Gynnifer.” Rose said, smiling over at the other woman.  “You can help train my staff and bring your own?  And these ravens of yours will be of help?”  She thought back to the bird who had come at Gynnifer’s calling with the liquor.  It did make her curious about any birds trained by her.

“I have trained many under the employ of Ms. Annabella and Mr. Jasper within New Orleans. There are things that can be done by your staff, staff I can bring, and the women and children themselves.  Everything in degrees of experience and application.” Gynnifer explained patiently.  She was nearly as old as Annabella, it was not the first time she had explained her methods to someone.  She had trained herself at Anna and Jasper’s side long ago.  Now she was their head trainer, for all things. “The ravens, ducks, and even geese that are natural to these lands can be of great use to us.  Birds are often overlooked, flying over our heads.  This makes them the perfect surveillance and security system for those who need early warning for when danger approaches.” She blinked slowly and inclined her head to the woman with a soft smile. “Gynnifer is known for training all our new operatives in our organization in New Orleans.  I would put her trainees up against the worst of Shelby’s men any day, and I guarantee you that they would be the ones walking away.”  Anna winked at Rose.  Her association with Tommy was well known, so for her to make such a statement held weight.  "You never send a man to do a woman's job." 

"If you'd like, Mrs. Rose, I can have some of the ladies I've trained in New Orleans come over to assist while we are training staff here in England.  They can stand as testament to your ladies here that they do not need to be afraid and also what proper training can do.  This is true for staff and those hiding here from the evils they've endured." While Gynnifer tended to be a more reserved and serious woman, she had a softer expression and tone at the end of her statement.   While she loathed, with a passion that rivaled the heat of a supernova star, those who dared to raise a hand to children or women, for those who had endured such abuse, she had nothing but compassion.   In her life she had seen far too much to feel otherwise. 

"If that wouldn't be too much trouble, that sounds wonderful!  It would help raise their spirits to see those that are able to defend themselves and not be afraid.  And for our staff, it would show that what we are proposing is possible." Rose beamed as excitement grew.  Her dream of protecting the innocent and abused was growing and fully materializing.

"It will be no trouble at all.  I'll send a wire tomorrow to have several pack and come over as soon as possible." Anna laid her hand on her good friend's and squeezed softly.    "I know you'll adore them all."

"And I dare any man to try to burn down your headquarters again with my ladies and our ravens guarding it." A devious smile alighted Gynnifer’s lips.  "They will wish it were you husband’s men they met." A wink and a smirk were cast to Rose, whom Gynnifer was becoming quite fond of.

"You mention your ravens again. I know you said they act as a warning and surveillance.  We will be grateful for that while you are here, but what can be done for when you leave?  Please do not think we are not grateful!” Rose inquired, trying to not sound ungrateful or demanding at the same time.

“Oh darling, we won’t leave you defenseless.  Poe and Nevermore both recently had chicks.  I would be more than happy to bless you with your own starter flock of ravens that are trained from birth by my people so that they are loyal to you and your staff.  While we are training you all on defending yourselves, we can train you as well on raven care and rearing.  You’ll have more ravens than you know what to do with soon.”  Gynnifer laughed and gave her new friend a brilliant smile.  She did so love introducing new people to the wonderful world of ravens.  Blessing these women with a new crop of her beloved bird’s offspring would be lovely.  “And once you learn how to train them, you can also give them to the women who live here so they have protection and warning when they leave.  I have found, in my years of experience, that men of a certain type can be…persistent.”

There was a certain inflection on the last word that Gynnifer spoke that made it clear exactly what she meant without having to expressly specify it.  Anna inclined her head towards the dark haired female, a knowing and tight smile forming on her lips.  “Yes, and that is why, dear Rose, that I would only entrust your establishments here to the best of my best.”  200 years had passed since she had been Rose’s age, and she had learned and seen a lot in that time.  If she could prevent another woman from experiencing it, well all the better.

****

Back at Alfie and Rose’s home, the men were still discussing liquor and smuggling.  Jasper kept having to remind himself that not only was he not to eat Alfie, which he had already decided was not something he was interested in, but he was also not to have him sign over his soul.  Anna really did like to spoil the demon’s fun sometimes.  She really should be more appreciative of the fact he adored her.

As they sat now discussing cigar imports for Alfie, Jasper could feel the human’s eyes studying him.  While not as scrutinizing and sharp as Anna’s friend Tommy Shelby, another human that was off the menu, they were just as heavy on the demon.  Curious how his favorite Grigori had made friends with two humans who were so meticulous in their review of a being, yet failed to notice that neither of them were human.  Even in New Orleans there was the occasional human that would figure it out, rarely with as much attention paid as Mr. Solomons was currently paying Jasper.  Although, again, Alfie could not become a snack if he figured it out, so Jasper had to be very careful not to let anything slip.

Thankfully Alfie was paying more attention to the negotiations on profit sharing than anything that might give Jasper away.  Since the only snacks hadn't been living for some time, there was no worry of accidentally eating something still alive.   He'd learned long ago that tended to freak humans out, especially if the snack were another human.

@saltysupercomputer @blind-the-winds @pheita @writingmaidenwarrior @dreaminggoblin @outpost51 @toribookworm22 @ceph-the-ghost-writer @aziz-reads @call-sign-shark @look-at-the-soul @runnning-outof-time @cillmequick

[evita-shelby]

The Wandering

summary: the Nelsons visit the Wandering Jew on Halloween and Rose makes the mistake of asking Eva to investigate the ghost as well as the strange vibe the hotel has.

cw: mentions of injuries and blood, fascism, drinking and unsafe witchcraft, cheating

rose and alfie(as well as their stories) belong to @justrainandcoffee

Their first trip after the pandemic was to London to visit Katie and her husband.

Its Halloween and because they don’t want to make things awkward with his sister and her husband ---because Eva has baby fever after seeing his baby niece---, they stay at the Wandering Jew.

They knew the owners, Rose and Alfie even if neither Jack nor Alfie could stand each other. They were more Eva and Katie’s friends than his and suddenly he and Alfie are sharing a rum bottle because Rose swears there’s a ghost in this place and Eva dabbles in witchcraft.

Jack wouldn’t lie and say he doesn’t believe her if their room and the hall it was didn’t give him a nauseating sense of déjà vu.

The painting with a red bearded knight and the lady that reminded him of Eva had been the first, then the dent on the simple candleholder felt like he’d been the one to drop it and the bed board ,to top it all off, had their initials in a heart with today’s date.

“Do you think it’s safe?” Alfie asks Jack who he assumes knows the answer as he takes another candy from the obnoxiously huge bag of Halloween candy they’d brought from the States at Rose’s request.

“Fuck if I know.” Jack takes a swig of the rum bottle having no fucking clue what this will bring.

And then they woke up alone in the waiting room with a hangover. The Hotel looked the same when he went upstairs to his room expecting to find a sleeping Eva who’s going to tease him for getting blackout drunk last night.

The door opens to reveal a medieval castle, Eva dressed exactly like the woman in the painting and talking like she’s in a Shakespearean play. And because he thought it was just a crazy sex dream, he let Princess Eva led him to the bedroom only to find himself alone and back in the hall of the Wandering Jew.

Not only that he is wearing the heavy steel armor, but the red beard he’d kill to grow out like that and even worse, completely sober.

Had to be a dream, must’ve been the rum, the candy and the takeout they had last night.

“Fucking hell, what sort of ritual did Evie do?” Alfie, dressed in simple medieval clothes, appears from a different room.

One moment they’re trying to communicate with the ghost haunting the place and the next Eva’s the princess in the painting.

She’d assumed it was a dream and didn’t stop the Knight from trying to fuck her and calling her his wife. After all, it was Jack in the armor and of course she’d be turned on by him in 17th century armor. Then she went out the door to see the rest of the castle only to find herself dressed in the same clothes the knight was supposed to be taking off her.

A little disappointing, to be honest, Knight!Jack had promised to go down on her and it’s been so long since Jack had his beard that long.

“Am I dreaming? I was just in the most beautiful cottage, and I was going to go outside to see Alfie and now I’m back here, wearing this!” Rose is still dazed from whatever she saw. “Where are we?”

“I have no fucking clue.” The witch answered wanting to know if she can go back to that fantasy she just left. Taking Rose’s hand to try something, she opens Rose’s door.

It is not the medieval cottage she’d described. This time they are in none other than the motherfucking Titanic. They don’t even have time to admire their beautiful clothes as they run behind Alfie hoping to get off the fucking boat.

But they can’t get on that boat, they came through a door and any door there would return them to dry land in the haunted hotel. In a moment of confusion, they leave Alfie Solomons and stumble out of the hotel room wearing the clothes of high society women in 1912.

If there was a way to keep them, Eva would do it in a heartbeat. Still, she throws the jewelry into the vase just in case.

“I hope the next one is in the modern world.” Jack complains as they walk back to the hall from the magical woodland they left.

They were dressed in fantasy-medieval-esque clothing, it was not the steel armor but the American’s breeches were a little too snug and he looked like fucking Fabio complete with long flowing locks while Alfie looked more comfortably dressed.

Alfie doesn’t change much; Jack just moments ago had a sick ass beard covered in his normal body hair and now he’s as smooth as a fucking dolphin.

“Next time Evie does her voodoo shit, I’m kicking the two of you out of my hotel.” Alfie stares at his hand in amazement considering he’d been bleeding sparkly red blood from the thrones because the door chucked him straight onto the thorns.

“That’s not my fault, your wife convinced her to do it.” The Bostonian points out missing his scruff and buzz cut. “Should’ve booked a normal hotel room when she wasn’t looking, could’ve been making Gina a cousin instead of trapped in fucking limbo.”

“When did Katie have a kid?” Alfie asks, thinking they’d somehow missed that thanks to the pandemic.

Jack had been wonderfully spared Laurie’s second wedding and only seen his and Caroline’s IVF journey whenever he was looking at their Instagram over Eva’s shoulder.

But of course, they had to meet the baby for the baptism ---Jack was the godfather because Laurie has no real friends--- and Eva had to bring up having one of their own. After all they were pestered by everyone about the topic and then Eva later brought it up knowing he’d agree to give it a try.

“Laurie, my half-brother in New York.” Jack clarified as they headed towards the next door.

The doors on the left were Jack’s, the doors on the right were Alfie’s, or so they figured after they walked into Alfie’s fantasy shit.

“The racist one?” the Jew asks having heard what a piece of shit Jack’s older brother is from Katie and Rose who met him once in New York.

“What other brother do I have?” Jack doesn’t bother hiding it anymore, Laurie always opened his trap and ruined every first impression anyways. “Hopefully baby Gina won’t take after him.”

They enter the door; Jack is dressed like Laurie and has more pomade in his hair than when grandpa dressed him for church on Sundays as a kid.

A tall blonde woman looking eerily like Carrie with Laurie’s bad vibes takes him by the arm and introduced him to an English couple and Ada Throne, Eva’s museum curator ex-girlfriend who happened to be Tommy Shelby’s sister. As if they hadn’t seen the fucker in Alfie’s past doors twice already.

Alfie’s swing at the man and shoves off the blonde woman beside him calling him slurs.

“Where did you even dig up this thing, uncle? I thought you wanted to fascists in your pocket?” Gina asks and Jack drags Alfie back out the door wondering where the fuck Eva was.

“Nazis! Your niece was introducing you to fucking Oswald Mosely and his bitch of a wife, Lady Hitler!” Alfie is breathing hard and reeling from what went on inside the room.

How do you even begin to explain that?

“Why do you have a crucifix?” the American points at the last thing he expected Alfred Solomons to have.

Alfie looks at the thing in confusion before tossing it as far away from him as he could.

“Cutest fucking baby I’ve seen. Makes me wanna have one.” Eva talks Rose’s ear off as they open the door to Eva’s side and reveal a horde of screaming kids at a birthday party and Jack nowhere to be found.

The witch shuts the door and opens it again several times hoping to change the scene. But it doesn’t and instead both women brace themselves because at least they can get cake out of this.

It’s loud, Eva’s being hugged by several children who look like her and Jack and the calendar says 1930.

She knows this place, it’s in Cape Cod and the home to the political family that shares her husband’s last name. And sure, Jack looks like the guy who bought it and sired seven influential people that included two presidents, but it shouldn’t mean they are the same fucking people.

For fuck's sake Eva’s family was related to them. Well, had a common ancestor, Eva is no blood relation to the Nelson family. Evita Nelson ---whom she’s named after--- was her great-grandfather, Francisco Riley’s, first cousin.

But there it is, a portrait of the family with Eva wearing the same locket she has on now. She hadn’t noticed that on every door they step through it never changes, like Rose’s ring.

“These are our past lives. The hotel isn’t haunted, it knows us.” The witch turns to her friend who looks at the ring on her hand coming to the same conclusion. “It’s trying to tell us.”

“We’re soulmates?” Rose asks her, not meaning them but meaning their two respective relationships. “Like born to find each other in every lifetime, like the movies?”

“Only one way to find out.” They leave the seaside manor and return to the hotel.

The rooms are in chronological order, starting with the Renaissance Era and now in the 1930s. Eventually they would reach the modern era, and this would fucking end on November 1st, All Soul’s Day.

“Have you noticed Rose wears the same ring and Eva the same locket?” Alfie asks having formed a new theory after they left a beach house in Margate where his ex-boyfriend shot him in the fucking face.

“Shelby appears half as much, I know the two of you fucked the prick, but that can’t mean he’s your soulmate.” Jack points out, as they take a break between doors.

Jack had gone to his and woken up in the same bed with Eva wearing nothing but the locket and teasing him for carving their names in the hotel’s bed.

It had been October 31, 1924.

Then he’d found himself appearing on a beach with Rose clutching to a barely breathing Alfie. Had Jack not hauled the injured man to his house, Alfie Solomons from the 21st century would’ve died in 1924.

“An eternal thorn in my side, then.” The Jewish man jokes and looks in the mirror to find his face whole. “How did you end up in Margate with me?”

“Opened the bathroom door at the Ritz-Carelton in 1924 to take a piss and ended up inside the house. Apparently in Halloween 1924, I came to London on business and carved our initials on the bed board drunk as hell.” The Boston native answered and looked at the clock, it was just a few minutes shy of midnight.

Before that door he’d been an Irish immigrant in New York coming home with the candleholder that fell from his hands and dented right where the one in the hotel had it. Alfie claimed there had been floating subtitles, but Jack used what little Gaelige he knew from his grandparents to get by.

But that made them figure out they’re moving towards the present from the past, and because it was getting closer to morning, they’d soon end up back in 2024.

“The distillery in 1919 became your hotel, in 1924 you sold it and moved to the wherever the fuck that beach was---” the American goes over what they’ve learned so far.

“Margate, where I got some of the things at a shop there.” Alfie supplied and added to the list, “Even Rose’s ring. Where did you buy the locket?”

“Antique shop in Boston, had our initials on the back. Jack Nelson, who I was named after, was from the South End too, had a wife named Eva, and now I’m thinking these may have been our past lives.” Now that he says it out loud it feels obvious. All of them had the same names ---except Martin Feeney--- come to think of it.

“If we weren’t stuck in this place, I would’ve told you, you’d lost it, Yankee.”

They tried to sleep and see if they woke up and yet the door tossed them in the 1980s where they look great as hell and are, apparently, anarchists.

Since the jewelry from the Titanic hadn’t disappeared ---even if Eva forgot about putting it there in the first place--- Eva tossed the lighter she took from biker!Jack to keep as a memento from this never-ending night. She had taken several things each time and ,with any luck, would get to take them all home.

“We should be getting to the end; our present selves would be born less than a decade after that.” Eva yawns and wonders how their guys are doing. She’d be surprised if they hadn’t killed each other yet.

“Have you noticed Tommy is in most of mine, and in that one from yours in the 20s?” Rose asks, worried that Tommy may be Alfie’s soulmate just as much as she is.

“Yep, I wish he weren’t, but I guess he is also part of this.” the witch didn’t feel like racking her brain about this, she was tired, she wanted Jack to make her feel small and safe and keep her from feeling cold in this fucking weather. You’d think she’d get used to the cold now that her permanent residence is in Boston, but Eva can’t live without her human space heater at night.

“Did you know he tried to bribe me to get me to leave him?” Rose admits and Eva shook her head even if it didn’t surprise her.

He had been married when they dated, his long-time friend and mother to his daughter. Eva liked him, liked his sadness and expressive eyes and when he told her he was divorced, she believed him. She’s not a homewrecker, she steers away from couples with open relationships because it never ends well for anyone, and her mother’s reputation has everyone believing Eva is exactly like her.

So, when she found out about Lizzie and all the men and women he fucked with no consideration for anyone’s feelings, Eva ended things with him and found Alfie stewing over a break up with the same fucking guy.

And now they were friends, so at least some good came out of that.

“I’m glad you didn’t take the money; Alfie deserved a happy ending.” The witch assures her Shelby’s presence doesn’t mean what the Englishwoman fears it does.

“And I’m happy you found your happy ending too.”

They wait for the antique clock to chime at midnight before trying the doors again. Hard to believe they’d only been gone one fucking hour.

And sure enough, the doors reveal their rooms exactly as they had left them earlier that night. They try them several times until both are satisfied, they won’t change before running downstairs to see if their drunk husbands are still sprawled on the floor.

Both men are awake and, surprisingly, not at each other’s throats.

“Evie, I will ban you from my fine establishment if you ever do this shit again.” Alfie swears, holding his head in his hands feeling the effects of the hangover he and Jack share.

The witch pays no mind to his threats, not when she has a vase full of trophies from their time traveling this past hour.

[runnning-outof-time]

“How come you’re not in any of the pictures, Alfie?” … “Cause I can’t compete with you or the views, Rose.”

Alfie and Rose decide to take a winter getaway to Iceland once the travel restrictions are lifted. When Rose goes back through the photos taken of all of the wonderful sights, she finds that Alfie wasn’t in any of them. Of course Alfie had a reason for that.

———

For the lovely Flor @raincoffeeandfandoms — I had to make a little something for Rose and Alfie because I miss seeing them on my dash … I’ll just pretend that the modern couple was away on a little vacation and that’s why we hadn’t heard from them. I hope you like it! 🧡

[lunarubra]

Rose x Alfie Moodboard

"What problem?" asked her.

"Criminality."

"But Alfie didn't do anything, everyone knows he runs a bakery and nothing else. There's nothing to prove that..."

"No Alfie, you," interrupted her brother, "your prison records."

"Is this a joke?" exclaimed the woman, raising her voice, "are you making fun of me?"

Alfie giggled. "I married a criminal."

This little blurb is my favourite part from 'Rose Coldwell x Alfie Solomons', here you can find the amazing Masterlist from @justrainandcoffee. Do yourself a favour and go check it out, even if you are not an Alfie fan (I wasn't), you will became one.

I am not sure if I did them justice, Flor. I wanted to create a moodboard only with Rosie, to celebrate her, but Alfie was being a freaking child about it. Every time I was done, he was complaining about not being included. Apparently, in my crazy brain, there is no Rosie without Alfie, so... I am sorry, Rose, he pushed me around until I relented and included him too. I just want to add how important your stories and this amazing character are to me. It was one of the first blogs I was introduced to when I fell into the rabbit hole of Tumblr's PB. I know it's nothing special, but she deserves all the celebrations in the world <3 Thank you, Flor, for sharing her with us and letting us join in on Rosie and Alfie's shenanigans <3

[cljordan-imperium]

Back To The 20's - Pt 1

Rose & Alfie Solomons belong to @raincoffeeandfandoms

Annabella has been alive a very long time, see what she was getting up to in the 1920's in England....

“Are you quite ready?  With all that primping one might think you are a woman.” A smirk formed on Anna’s lips as she looked Jasper up and down.  Oh, she did love to tease him so.  The handsome demon was fun to tease, and he was always one to return the favor later.

His head turning slowly from judging his visage in the mirror, Jasper’s brilliant blues met an almost identical set on Annabella’s gorgeous’s face as his head tipped to the side, his lips pursing slightly.  “Now darling, how many times have we been delayed as I waited on your gorgeous ass to finish getting ready?”  One dark blonde brow raising in amusement.  Had anyone else dared to poke at him, he might have become annoyed, but the attractive blonde teasing him currently would get a pass.  He absolutely adored her, for many reasons.

“The difference, love, is that I *AM* a woman.  You’re supposed to wait on me.” The tease continued as her chin slightly lifted in the air.  “It takes time to look this devastatingly gorgeous.” Her eyes slightly narrowed in amusement as her smirk increased

“Now, darling, we both know that you wake up looking like the angels smiled on you the day you were born.” Jasper gave her a devilish smile as he sauntered over to her and captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger.  “And don’t try to argue with me, for I shall not hear a word of it.  Do not make me call on Jean Pierre and Armaund when we return to New Orleans and tell them you misbehaved while we were here.  You do know I do love getting you in trouble, love.”  He winked and tapped the end of her nose with his forefinger before turning to the side and offering her his arm.  “Now, I believe we need to go or we shall be late for the appointment with your friend Rose and her husband Alfie was it?” Being back in England after so many years was a treat.  With his accent being what it was, he was the one that fit in and she was the one sticking out, something he enjoyed.

“Yes, and be nice, they’re human.” Anna’s delicate hand slid into the crook of Jasper’s elbow as she looked at him from the corner of her eye.  “No trying to drink him under the table, we want him alive at the end of the visit.” A slight chuckle followed her words. 

“Always ruining my fun!” He scoffed as he escorted her out to the waiting motorcar, one of the finest in all of London.  One of the newest as well.  “I will try, love.  I suppose I can’t eat him either?” A brow rose, his head turning to look at her as he helped her up and into the car.  The rolling of her eyes and the deep sigh she gave had him laughing as he joined her.  He did so love riling her up, and was glad she was always a good sport.

It seemed no time at all, they were pulling up before the house that Rose and Alfie shared. There was another warning issued to Jasper, whose eyes sparkled with mischief and a daring smirk that Anna was well familiar with.  She knew her patience would be tested this evening, but she could give just as well as he could.  She had considered others to bring with her, but given Alfie’s profession, she also needed someone who would not cow to the man.  As a friend of Tommy Shelby’s, she did have to keep up appearances after all. Jasper could be charming, but he bowed to very few, and none of them humans.

“Remember, behave…” Anna whispered one last warning as she exited the car to once more slip her hand into the crook of the handsome demon’s elbow.  The devilish grin on his face and the wink she got in return told her that he would behave himself, to a point, and that point was just enough to keep him on her good side.  They did have an almost 200 year friendship, and for some reason he valued it.  Who was she to question?

Before they’d even stepped up to the heavy wooden door of the English countryside home, it swung open and they were greeted by the beaming face of Rose Solomons, her burly and surly husband a step behind her.  “Annabella, I do believe you must be jealous of the fair Rose, you downplayed the lovely English maiden’s beauty,” Jasper flirted before taking Rose’s hand and brushing a chaste kiss across her knuckles. Just enough to be charming but not enough to get him shot by either the female, or her husband.

The men had just finished introducing themselves and shaking hands when the ladies turned towards them.  It seemed Jasper did know how to get in good graces with the Mad Baker, as he had just pulled out two fine cigars from his inner breast pocket.  “I think they’re going to do just fine without us.” Rose teased, leaning her head in towards Anna’s.  “He seems to have anticipated one of my husband’s interests.” The beauty smirked.

A slap on his upper arm was Anna’s response before Rose found herself enveloped in a tight hug.  “Ignore him, he’s being cheeky as always.”  Anna’s French accent made her voice almost melodious as she laughed while greeting her friend.  “If he didn’t think YOU would shoot him he’d be worse.” A quick kiss was dropped on Rose’s cheek before she pulled back and shook her head as the light danced in her eyes while she laughed.

Anna wanted to see them and to give her some advice on protection, possibly even training of female guards.  Rose might know exactly who and what she was sitting next to, but she did know that Anna was in the upper echelons of the syndicate that ran New Orleans, that was not a secret from the Shelbys or Alfie.   They just didn’t know exactly what that syndicate entailed, it was safer for them all that way.

“This might be our best chance to escape before we get roped into a discussion and once you get Jasper talking, it is hard to get that man to shut up.  I think he might have been a woman in a previous life.”  Anna gave the beautiful woman a wink and linked arms with her to hurry with her back towards the car that she and Jasper had arrived in 

The driver was dutifully standing with the door to the back open with a conspiratorial grin on his face, he did know the woman who employed him well.  He would be taking her to near the girls’ school and the boarding house that Rose had set up for women that needed protecting, where he would be switched out for a female driver.  It had been arranged for when Anna had first set up the visit, not wanting even the driver to spook anyone.  She could have had him switch forms, but that might have freaked Rose out a bit more than she was ready for.  Not all humans were aware that “others” walked amongst them, and Anna wasn’t sure that all of the rum in Alfie’s distillery could help with that shock!  

(I got wordy, so this is going to take a few parts. LOL)

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[evita-shelby]

Forbidden

Based on @justrainandcoffee post where tommy is married to Rose and Eva to Alfie

For both @justrainandcoffee and @emotionalcadaver

Cw: open marriage, cheating, illegitimate children, drama

Rose was born to love Alfie just as Eva was born to love Tommy, and yet the whims of a higher power have made Rose a Shelby and Eva a Solomons.

Rose married Tommy to escape Lawerence Evertt and Eva married Alfie to escape death by firing squad. Neither are happy despite their many attempts and until they happened to meet their true soulmates by chance and realized they were married to the wrong person.

Eva met Tommy when he came to meet her husband in 1922 while Rose had reconnected with her love in the same train station she was to meet her husband on in the winter of 1918.

There was a silent agreement in their marriages, you go your way, I will go mine.

If Diane Solomons had Tommy Shelby’s cheekbones and left blue eye or if Mrs. Shelby seemed to book all their reservations with Mrs. Solomons only for both women to exchange spouses every time, no one dared to speak it out loud.

They could divorce, but their reputations could not handle it. Not after both Rose and Tommy entered politics and Eva rose so high in society even the Queen feared the witch’s displeasure.

1923 turns to 1927 and until that night they believed they could weather it and keep their arrangements until their marriage ended with death. One cannot simply divorce a gangster, nor can a female politician weather the shitstorm that would come from marrying her best friend’s ex husband while said friend married the other point of the triangle.

It is at a party for Tommy’s reelection campaign that both couples realize they cannot wait anymore.

Eva steals away with Tommy the moment both could invent a reason to get away, and Rose decides her career isn’t worth this torment and runs out of there.

She knows Birmingham as good as she knows Camden Town and leads Alfie to a Night Market she’s been dying to show him.

“This is wrong.” She breathes as they kiss in a dark corner, still terrified of stepping into the light hand and hand.

“They don’t care, love, what do you think they are doing in that dressing room right now? Next year I’ll be holding a bris for his bastard and you and I pretending we’re just friends.” Alfie says bitterly thinking Rose will call it off again.

“No, I don’t mean that, Alfie. I mean us not being together. Why must we all be miserable when the four of us can be happy with the right person? Eva loves Tommy in ways I never will, and I love you in ways she cannot.

Tommy knows it, I know it. Parliament isn’t worth all our suffering, my love.” Rose threw her arms around his neck feeling happier than she had ever been. “What do you say, Alfie Solomons, are you willing to see me burn it all to the ground for you?”

[runnning-outof-time]

At least there’s a sunset…

Alfie and Rose Solomons decide to take a trip into the mountains during the height of winter. Snow starts to fall just as they reach the cabin they’re renting. Come the end of the day, they were practically snowed in. But at least a beautiful sunset came along to tell them that their trip would all work out just fine.

———

@raincoffeeandfandoms .. I’m sorry it’s a bit late, but I just had to make a moodboard to celebrate your beautiful OC’s 6 month anniversary, Flor! I chose both watching the sunset and getting snowed in for inspo here - I hope you like how it came out! It could be either in modern or canon times. Thank you for sharing this lovely OC with us! 💕

[evita-shelby]

The best forgotten birthday

For @justrainandcoffee and their wonderful oc, Rose Coldwell-Solomons 🖤🖤

Cw: drinking

“What do you mean nothing?” Rose had asked when the reading didn’t show what she wanted to know.

“No gift, no party, not even a whiff of it in the readings.” The witch shuffled her cards once more and this time put them back inside their case. “Tommy’s busy tomorrow evening, has a business meeting in town, do you want to do something fun?”

If Alfie has the audacity to forget his wife’s birthday, Eva will make damn sure Rose Coldwell-Solomons has the best night ever at his expense.

She knows her fairly well and Eva knows partying like she knows the cards. This was going to be fun.

“Beats doing nothing at home.” The Queen of Camden town pouts at the disappointment from having her loving husband forget her birthday.

It was very unlike Solomons, as strange as if Tommy would forget hers.

Rose comes dressed to the nines and does not know why the chauffer balks at the idea of Mrs. Shelby driving herself anywhere and asks that she drive instead. So what if Eva crashed a few vehicles?

It is fun, even as they try to keep things proper and pretend Eva’s not feeling the hurt Rose feels thanks to her lack of inhibition at the moment.

“You know what I haven’t done in some time?” Rose begins to open up after they leave one of Tommy’s clubs where no one knows her.

The witch knows what she means, the last time Eva did that she ended up fucking Tommy after trashing his hotel room instead of telling him the Italians were coming after them. Its been so long since she’s gotten drunk without impending doom.

“Did you know some tequilas are kosher?” the witch motions of the waitress to bring that very special tequila Tommy always makes sure they have in stock.

Tommy has been told that his witch has gone out with Alfie’s wife and even worse, implied to have been driving the two of them.

Rose is a good driver; he knows that because in the outings she and Eva have, she is always driving.

Eva is a shit driver.

She is great at everything else, but God had not graced her with the ability to drive.

Tommy is very relieved to know that the officer calling him about her isn’t saying they are calling because she crashed. Frankly, the gangster turned politician preferred her to be in jail for the night than know she was behind a wheel.

Eva’s permitted to speak to him and in her drunken stupor, she giggles and laughs and flirts with him in ways she would be caught dead doing it sober. If the officer had not stopped her, the witch would’ve tried to fuck him through the telephone as they always do when either of them are away.

“Nice to know Mrs. Shelby still has her fire.” Solomons has a shit eating grin when he arrives at the station to bail out his wife.

“I never forget her birthdays.” Tommy replied dryly and tried not to lose his patience with the man.

“I didn’t fucking forget! Had a surprise for her, that’s all.” Alfie sighs dramatically in his own defense and lays the blame on someone else. “I thought your old ball and chain knew everything? It’s her fault my Rosie thinks I forgot her birthday!”

“Eva is not infallible.” Tommy stresses her name to show his dislike of the words he used. “There are things that even the universe cannot tell her or won’t for shits and giggles.”

“Like getting my wife drunk out of her mind on her birthday and calling me a prick for forgetting it.” Solomons pinched the bridge of his nose to relieve the headache Eva had caused.

Shelby would be lying if he wasn’t proud of his wife’s antics tonight. Causing Solomons some discomfort was always fine with him.

Its not long until the Policewoman comes escorting their unusually drunk wives out of a cell. They are chatting and laughing loudly with the other women held up as if they were friends, someone even goes as far as wishing Alfie a good kick in the nuts for it.

Even if Eva is suggesting they try swinging or a foursome and Rose in hysterics because her husband had a surprise for her the entire time, the women had their fun which is all that matters at the end of night.

[evita-shelby]

While the moms are away

For @justrainandcoffee alfieverseray

Allie and Rose are her creations, Diane and Eva are mine

Cw: dad's playing dress up with their daughters, mentions of past cross dressing and slight mentions of couples sexual life

He adores his children, his daughters especially, but they took great delight in pushing his limits.

Eva usually took her to her playdates or hosted them. After all, his wife was charming and interesting ... and female.

She could wear costume jewelry and make up and a cheap feather boa as pink as the rest of Diane’s room.

Tommy Shelby would lose his next election if anyone even heard of this.

But he is not alone in his torment. On the other side of the tiny French table in an equally fancy tiny stool sits Alfred Solomons wearing the pink derby hat Eva never even wore once and painted with Eva’s favorite red lipstick. You know that one that had a matron at a charity luncheon call a whorish shade of red.

“Allie, sweetheart, you missed a spot.” Tommy knows he’s playing with fire, but Solomons pointed out Tommy had ear piercings and now Eva’s hoops hung from his ears.

He once pretended to be a girl so Greta could sneak him into her dormitory when they were teenagers and her father sent her to a catholic private school. For several weeks the matrons in charge believed he was Thomasine Shelby, cousin of Ada Shelby visiting from Cork.

And now he is plotting his revenge while they wait for Eva and Rose to return from some ladies charity bazaar they organized for her reelection campaign.

Solomons only glares at him murderously but bites his tongue in front of their daughters. Their strange friendship and enmity is only allowed to show in subtle things to prevent the children, the girls in particular, from hearing swear words in any language or see either father pointing a gun at each other again.

“Di, Princess, didn’t your mummy get you that wig at the costume shop?” Alfie asks with such a shit eating grin that only makes Tommy hate him more. “The blonde one you asked for because you wanted to be Rapunzel for Halloween?”

“Alfie, I will tell Eva to tell your wife about her Russian toy if you don’t stop.” Tommy warns, well, vows as the girls fit the long wig on his head.

Alfie knew what toy he meant, he’d heard of it from Tatiana as they made a change to their plans after the orgy. Tommy has been mocked by him for letting Eva fuck him like that ever since.

“Tell her, I dare you.” The Jewish Gangster smirked. Tommy wasn’t sure if the Solomons were as adventurous in bed as he and his witch were or Rose was not into dominating her husband like Eva was.

Tommy then decides it's just easier to shove him into the pond again even if Alfie drags him down with him. “Girls, how about we stop playing princess tea party and have a picnic by the pond again.”

A/N: the Russian Toy is the strap on Tatiana gave Eva in a Dull Party