#Rose Coldwell

[justrainandcoffee]

Fireman!Alfie Solomons - Alternate Universe

Not for the first time the fire department received a call from that house and that young woman.

"Is it her again?" one of the firemen asked.

"The same."

"Jesus Christ," he rolled his eyes.

"Do not complain," his colleague, named Ollie, smirked. "Captain likes her."

It wasn't a secret that Captain Solomons was head over heels with that girl. And luckily for him, apparently she had a tendency to set kitchens on fire.

Or maybe she was just doing the same on purpose, to have the chance to see him. Because, how many times a person could cause an arson in their own kitchen?

I am seriously considering transform this into a miniseries. For me and my... 5 readers.

[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?”

[call-sign-shark]

𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓀’𝓈 𝒳𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎, 6th December

In the middle of his chaos there was her, there had always been her, the only flower that grown in lifeless soil. As soft and enchanting as she was, Rose Solomons had been standing by his side in raging storms and murderous tempests, keeping him from breaking so many times Alfie had lost count. Offering her a peaceful life near the beach was the least could do. And each time he looked at their daughter playing with the sand, her mother’s hat on her head and a smile beaming, he knew he was the luckiest man on earth.

To celebrate Christmas I’ve been using my free time lately to create 23 gifts that are already programmed, most of them for my beloved Peaky blinders mutuals. I’ll post one gift per day until Christmas, so stay tuned in because yours are coming. You just don’t know when! 🎄-I’m a day late with this one but I was working all day and evening, so I’ll post two gifts today. -

[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

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Rose Coldwell

Rose Coldwell is the OC belonging to @justrainandcoffee, from her amazing Alfie x Rose series! I wanted to just make a little something in celebration of her birthday! I hope you like it!

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[justrainandcoffee]

Masterlist

Theme, date, characters

Autumn leaves (1/10): Tommy Shelby x Lucy Winters

Log cabin (3/10): Tommy Shelby x Reader

Home made cookies (5/10): Alfie & Cyril

Pumpkin picking (7/10): Esme Lee x Reader

Bonfire (9/10): Tommy Shelby & Evelyn Shelby

Coffee shop (11/10): Alfie x Tommy

Candles (13/10): James Delaney x Lorna Bow

Warm drink (14/10): Tommy Shelby & Lydia Shelby

Castle trip (15/10): Alfie Solomons x Rose Coldwell

Thunderstorm (17/10): Alfie & Allie Solomons

Open window (19/10): Tommy Shelby x Quinn Meyer

Rain walk (21/10): River Cartwright x Reader

Forest (22/10): Heaven Shelby

Black cat (23/10): Winston Ferrante-Shelby

Bakery (25/10): Cillian Murphy x Jiyan Fabris

Book shop (27/10): Tommy Shelby x Reader

Graveyard (29/10): Jack Nelson x Eva Smith

I finished them like two weeks ago and finally October is here to post them. It's all queued, hopefully Tumblr will work and post them as I ordered.

This post is also queued. If you see this, then it worked. Any idea to link the characters to the themes? 😌. Not all the characters are in the tags and I didn't want to make it obvious.

Sincerely yours... Me.

[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.

[justrainandcoffee]

This is something Rose can complain about 😂. They didn't put a white rose? How dare them 🤭.

the fact😤👏🏼that there isn’t😓❌ a white rose emoji⚪️ and only a red🔴 is obviously lancastrian🌹propaganda📜😡 you thought❓😔 the wars of the roses 🥀🤴🏻ended at the battle of bosworth field?🗡🛡 think again 🤯🗣 yorkists👑📣 we rise🙌🏽💯 at dawn☀️👊🏼

[call-sign-shark]

Rumors said Alfie Solomons is a dangerous lunatic, whose antics led more than one man to the grave. But between the claws of that bear is a rose, whose divine pulchritude and fierce spirit are able to tame Alfie. In the midst of London's chaos, amid a gang war, or at the edge of death, Rose Coldwell was his light. His love. His soul. In this life, and all others to come.

Happy Birthday Flor (@raincoffeeandfandoms).

Thank you for being a wonderful mutual. Your neverending support and your friendship mean a lot to me, so let me gift you this little moodboard to show you my gratitude. My gift to you for this very special day is a tribute to your OC Rose and her husband because God knows how much this couple is dear to me. I hope I've managed to do them honor.

Love,

Shark.

[peakyswritings]

For @raincoffeeandfandoms ’s celebration🎉 I’m so glad you’re a part of this community , Flor, and that you chose to share with us your beautiful fics. Rolfie has a special place in my heart🤍

I chose the prompt “Getting a bath ready for them both”, cause these two babies deserve a romantic night✨

Rose Coldwell Solomons is Flor’s OC

[mischievouslittlecreature]

I was searching pictures for an hypothetical Rose dressing district 12 and I found:

Tommy needs this 😂. (All of them are true)

@justrainandcoffee salkfjklsdjgfdsg It's PERFECT! She could give it to him as a wedding gift after he and Lucy get married 🤭

It looks very cozy too. I can just envision him wearing it on cozy nights lounging on the couch by the fire or working at his desk late into the evening 🥰.

[justrainandcoffee]

Inferno (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc)

Alfie x Rose masterlist

Summary: Twenty two years is the time that Alfie waited for that moment. Lawrence Evert was the man who ruined his wife. His Rosie. Evert broke Rose in thousand of pieces for four years and if something characterizes Alfie is that he never forgives. Evert dared to put his feet in Margate and he was going to pay for that with his own life.

Warnings: || Dark fic. || Torture: physically and mentally. Guns. Knives. Mentions of rape/sexual abuse. Mentions of Antisemitism. Mentions of previous killings. || Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Words: 2.1k || This is an alternate universe where Rose's ex-husband is alive (temporary.)

"I think a storm is approaching."

Sitting in Alfie Solomons' living room, Lawrence Evert looked through the window where he could see the ocean and the black clouds.

"It is, yeah. It is."

He heard rumours about his ex-wife being in Margate. That bitch who stole everything from him, including his lands and manor. Rose Solomons was now. The woman of a baker with so much money that could afford a house next to the beach and claim the sand and that portion of the ocean as private property. So rich that that they said that half of London belonged to him. And yet, it was just a baker.

Lawrence Evert wasn't used to lose. He was a lord, owner of mines and ships in England and Portugal. If he wanted something, he got it.

Margate seemed to be a ghost town when he arrived that morning. The first time he visited it, he saw people walking. Adults working and kids running around the streets. But this second time, everything was empty as if everyone disappeared. An unpleasant feeling ran down his spine. It wasn't the feeling that everyone in Margate disappeared but everyone was dead.

Except one person: Alfie Solomons.

His face didn't show any emotion, like a soulless creature waiting in the shadows for the perfect opportunity to show his true form.

The sound of the thunder made Lawrence Evert startled but Alfie remained quiet and still looking at him.

"How's your wife?" Lawrence asked.

"Alive."

Evert nodded. Maybe he should leave the Solomons' house and return to his new place and forgot everything about his manor, his money and his pride.

"She's the light of my life," added Alfie and Lawrence contemplated him as the man in front of him grabbed a match to light up his pipe. "Do you know what happen when there's no light?"

"Darkness."

"What smart boy ya are, aren't ya, Evert?" Alfie smirked but his eyes remained cold as the weather outside "Darkness, yes. Darkness."

"I think you're busy, Mr. Solomons, I need to go and -"

"You're not leaving, Evert. We didn't finish 'ere. You came here for business, innit? Then, we need to talk about business."

The scar on his face and the dim light of the lamp behind him gave him a grotesque appearance, in Evert's eyes.

"I- I don't really think we have much to talk about. I- I think it was a bad idea to come here, I'm not really interesting in making business with a baker."

"I'm not just a baker, Evert. I'm much more than that. Ya know when I was just a baker? When I was 16, when Rosie was 16, too. The moment that ya, almost 40 years old, put your fucking eyes on her, there I was just a baker. Long time ago, yeah, long time ago."

Through the smoke around him, Alfie stared at the man with pure hate.

"My Rosie," Alfie said standing up and walking towards the armchair where Evert was "I'd kill for her. No, let me rephrase this: I killed for her. And I'm going to kill for her once again. Soon."

Alfie leaned against the window and looked at the sea. "I bought this house for her. I promised her a house next to the sea when we were just kids and this is one of the things I'm most proud about. Us, our dogs and the beach. It's our little paradise. Rosie is happy, so, I'm happy."

"I-"

"You're not going anywhere, Evert. Not now, not in an hour, not ever again. This is the day you're going to die. But first, I'm going to play with ya. I'm going to torture ya. I'm going to enjoy every fuckin' second of it, because I waited for this moment twenty-two years."

A gunshot sounded inside the Margate's house at the same time a thunder broke the skies above the ocean. Evert's painful scream, accompanied the infernal melody that on that moment was filling the whole town.

Alfie, gun in hand, looked at him like he was a looking at a shit on his new shoe.

"I'm going to need a new chair," was all he said while Lawrence Evert was on the floor holding his shattered hand against his chest. The bullet destroyed his bones and tendons and the pain didn't allowed him to think.

Alfie sat in his sofa again and crossed his legs. He stroke his gun and kept talking.

"I killed your brother," Alfie said to Evert "I did it inside a Catholic church, because we all know that ya and your fuckin family believe that praying could save ya from hell. I had another theory and wanted to prove to him. Fuckin' cunt yer brother was, wasn't he? He called my Rosie a 'Jewish shit'. Yeah, he did it. So I had no other option but strangled him with his own rosary. I still have it, like a trophy."

Evert was paler, probably because he was bleeding but Alfie didn't pay attention. Instead, he put his hand in his pocket and removed the rosary that he kept there. He saw the horror expression in Evert's eyes.

"Ah, ya recognize, ain't ya? I'm guessing you never know what happened to him, who killed 'im. Well, now ya know." Alfie chuckled and threw the rosary in Lawrence's face.

"Please…"

"Did Rosie say please when you were raping her? When you put your dirty hands on her body? I bet she did."

"Sh-she wanted."

"No, she didn't."

A new gunshot. This time Alfie destroyed his left knee. Evert was trying to get up when the bullet made him fell over the rug again.

"You're not going anywhere, I told you, Evert. This is your final destination. You shouldn't came here." Alfie scratched his beard before continuing "when I was a kid, me mother gave me a book. She barely knew English, but a friend of hers gave it to me 'the Divine Comedy'. Pretty interesting, especially the Inferno. Did ya read it?"

On the floor, Evert was a mix of snot, tears and blood. "DID YOU READ IT?!" Alfie yelled at him and Lawrence tried to recoil, sobbing. Alfie rolled his eyes "oh, fucks sake."

From a table next to where he was, Alfie took a knife. It was a pretty weapon that Rose gave him once, several years ago. Never used it, but it was a good chance to do it now.

"I just want to talked about literature and you're making the things quite complicated to me, Evert. If you're going to die soon, then at least have the decency to talk to the only human being around ya." Alfie's knife ended on Lawrence's shoulder and his scream resounded around the house, but Alfie barely blinked. He was being careful to not cut any important artery but he wasn't being gentle at all. The blade penetrated his flesh, completely. "I'm going to ask once again, did ya or did not read the Divine Comedy?"

"No, FUCK YOU, I DIDN'T!"

"Good, see how easy is to reply the questions another man asks?" Alfie sat down on his sofa again, while Evert was on his carpet with two bullets in his body and a knife on his shoulder. He was shaking, probably about to suffer a shock. But alive. "This memorable quote from the book stayed with me until these days: 'Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.' It was a warning that Dante see before going down to hell. Beautiful."

Alfie stood up and chuckled "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." He repeated "I should put this sign in my house to warn unwelcome visitors. You made a big mistake coming here, Lawrence Evert. Ya did. Looking for what? My wife? Again? Rose outsmarted you once and she did it again. How many people did ya see coming here, Lawrie?"

"None."

"Ah! Ya learnt how to answer to me. See? Ya, smart boy. "Alfie patted Lawrence's shoulder "Exactly. None because Rosie knew you were here. She's more than my wife, she's very influential here, she's trying to be a member of the Parliament, you know that? My Rosie, getting a seat next to those fuckers. So, Rose talked to the local authorities and you know what they decreed? Curfew. Because a rapist was loose in the streets. To protect young girls, minors. No one saw you, here, Evert. No one was going to see your dead body either because there's no one outside. And this beautiful storm is helping. Listen to the thunders, claiming your fucking soul."

And to corroborate his words, another one resounded in the sky.

"Weather is angry. Maybe your god is, too. But I assure, Lawrence Evert nor the weather or your fucking god is angrier than I am. You touched, you broke the only thing that I love in my life. And you're going to pay for that because nor the fucking knife on your shoulder, the bullets can be compared to the things I'm going to do to you. And you're not going to have another opportunity to ask for mercy because I'm going to kill you just when I consider that you're less than a worm. And you're going be too tired, too catatonic to talk. Maybe once you're dead and suffering along your brother and your fucker mother, then, and only then maybe you'll understand what means to harm Rose and if you decide to reborn and touch her again, I'm going to do this again. And I'm going to enjoy it, like I am going to enjoy now."

Deal or death, said Tommy Shelby the first time he met Alfie. "I know you're angry, Mr. Solomons…"

But Tommy never saw Alfie really angry. Unlike Lawrence Evert.

So Alfie forced him to stand up and dragged him out of the house. The man was screaming in pain and fear, claiming for help that never was going to arrive.

The rain and the sea will erase everything, Alfie thought when at the seashore his knife found Evert's liver and then his penis. He was soaking wet, his back hurt, but adrenaline was keeping him on his feet. That was the man responsible for Rose's trauma. He was the one who took her away from him. He was the one who ruined their lives for almost five years. And was there at his mercy, alive because Alfie wanted him alive. But not for so long.

The beach was a mess of blood and flesh, and if not the storm and the sea, then the seagulls were going to erase the rest Alfie's job.

A boat was approaching the coast. There, two of Alfie's men were ready to take whatever remained of the man to deep ocean.

"No one touch Rose Solomons and live to tell the tale."

The last gunshot blew up his brain and then, finally, Evert died.

The fireplace was on when Alfie entered the house again. The old rug covered in blood wasn't there anymore. There was a white bowl with hot water and a towel next to his sofa and his favourite record sounding in the living room.

"Once, my mother said one of the things that shows love to another person was a warm cup of tea. I agree. I always love coming here after work and have a teacup in my hands, while you're there next to me."

Alfie, still covered in blood and shaking because of cold and the rage that filled his body moments ago, was just watching at Rose who was standing in front of the fire smiling at him.

"So," she continued "I thought you could like the same. There's dry and warm blanket next to the fire as well, Al. You need to take off your clothes or you can catch a cold."

He obeyed. The feeling of the clean and warm blanket caused him a good sensation.

"Here's the cup of tea," she said offering it to him who accepted it. "I must add that along with the tea, one of the things that I consider love language is a hot bath. Those where you can relax and forget the world. But I'm reserving that for later."

Rose winked at him and Alfie couldn't help but smile. He didn't say a word yet, he was just listening to her. The white bowl next to the sofa had cloths that Rose used to clean his hands first and then his face.

"I don't want our bath be dirty with his blood. Once I promised you that he never was going to be between us again and I'm doing my part."

She sat on his lap and used the cloth to wash the last string of blood that was dirtying his eyelids. The water once clean now was red. Slowly, she used the towel to dry his face and hair.

"You're perfect now," she said. "As always."

Alfie left the mug on the table put his hand on the back of her neck to kiss her. That was the woman he loved with his whole heart.

"I love you," she whispered against his mouth while he started to lift her dress.

"I love you, too. I love you, Rosie."

A new thunder broke the sky, but this time didn't cover Lawrence's screams of pain, this time the rain and the thunder accompanied them. And while they were making love in front of the fireplace, Evert's corpse was devoured by the ocean to never been seen again.

[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

[justrainandcoffee]

Me @ Rose. I'm about to make them worse.

How do I tell her that I love her despite the horrors?

ALT

[Image ID: A flow chart with two branches. The starting point reads “does this character have problems.” One branch leads to “yes” then “make them worse,” while the other branch leads to “no” then “give them some.” End ID.]

[peakyswritings]

Happy anniversary, Flor!

@justrainandcoffee I made this little thing for Rose’s anniversary, I hope you like it! Let me tell you I’m so glad you chose to give life to Rose. Over this year you build a whole universe around her, and made us part of it through all of your fics and moodboards, and she made her way into our hearts this way. This place wouldn’t be the same without you and her🤍

Rose is Flor’s OC, check out her story, you won’t regret it!

[justrainandcoffee]

Questions (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc)

"Would you...?"

"Now, Alfie? We're... Busy."

"That's not a fuckin' excuse, Rosie. Would you or not love me if I was a worm?"

His wife kissed him, while he was holding her, "Of course, Al. I'd put you in a terrarium and I'd give you a little hat so I know it's you. And I'd feed you with apples. That makes you happy?"

"A lot, sweetheart. I'd love you if you were a worm, too."

Alfie x Rose masterlist