#rose solomons

[call-sign-shark]

Under the Willow Tree ||Alfie Solomons x OC (letters)

Summary: While he was roaming through paper works in his office, Alfie Solomons finds an unopened letter by chance. A letter written by his wife when he was fighting for his life at the hospital after his violent encounter with Thomas Shelby. Alfie still decides to write a reply... Unfortunately, he loses it before he can hand it to his Mrs. Solomons.

Notes: Letters exchange written for @raincoffeeandfandoms' event "The Peaky Receives Letters". The first letter was written by Flor (@raincoffeeandfandoms) herself, and Alfie's answer is mine. Hope I did a good job at portraying your sweet Alfie!

My dearest love, Alfie.

It's been two whole days since Thomas shot you. You're lying here in bed, surrounded by doctors and nurses who don't know if you'll recover or not. I haven't slept in 48 hours and I don't know if I will be able to again, not while you are there. 

I write this letter in the hope that I will be able to tell you all this in person when you wake up. I have spoken to you as you lie there, but I can't tell if you can hear me or not. And the anguish inside me, it needs to come out. I've told myself that I have to be strong that I have to be fighting by your side, like we always did, but I don't always have the strength. And I'm so tired.

I decided, instead, to remember nice moments we spent together. There's a memory I have of us when we were 17, maybe you've already forgotten about it. You were already in charge of the bakery where you started working at 14 and you were starting to get interested in having your own "bakery". You always called the business you really wanted to get involved in that way, I guess it was easier to call it that, than calling it an illegal distillery. I always thought it was funny, even today.

We had gone on a picnic day in the middle of spring. We had brought apples and several of those little cakes you used to bake. We had planned everything and the day couldn't have been more perfect. I remember the sun was shining and I remember the tree we sat under. It was a willow tree whose branches touched the stream in front of which we were sitting. 

I think the day was beautiful, at least is how I remember it. There were even ducks that we also fed. We hadn't been able to have a date like that in a long time because we were both working and really needed some time alone. Do you remember? We could barely see each other in the evenings. And sometimes not even that.

At first, it was beautiful. The food and you was all I wanted. But the things started to go wrong when we got distracted and the ants decided they wanted your pies, too. You were so angry with them! But we couldn't do nothing because, of course, they outnumbered us. So we moved from there, because it was a war we couldn't win. There was another tree, so we went under that one. But it happened that we never saw the beehive. The bees were not happy with us. The way we run! We abandoned the basket and the remaining food there. Probably the ducks ate the rest. Our date next to the stream was terrible. I remember you were mad, because you couldn't give me the perfect date you wanted. But to me, it was perfect. I laughed a lot after that.

We have shared so many things like this, Al, and I know we have to keep making memories because we can't end up like this. I can't let the one person I loved my whole life, my first kiss, my first love, to die because of a bullet from Thomas Shelby. I know you'll survive.

I'll leave the letter in a drawer, hoping I'll never have to write another one like this one. 

I hear voices, what's happening? They're coming from the room where you are. It sounds like your voice. Is it possible? Or is the lack of sleep making me hallucinate? I'll go and see. My heart is beating so fast…

Yours, always.

Rosie.

Ahuvi sheli,

As I was looking for some tedious paperwork, I found your letter by chance, hidden under the mess on my desk. I know this terrible event is far behind us now and that you are peacefully sleeping on the couch, snuggling against Cyril by the fire. Still, I can’t resolve myself to let this heartbreaking letter without any answer. You’ve opened your heart by writing this, so let me ink mine on the back of this same paper.

When I was laying in a pit of darkness, trapped in the flesh prison of my own body, I felt Death’s presence creeping in the shadow, waiting for me to stop fighting so that It could take me away from you. Fear paralyzing me, fatigue eating up my remaining strength, I was convinced I would die here without being able to kiss your honey lips goodbye… My heart ached at this sole thought. But then, I heard your wonderful and enchanting voice talking to me in this dull hospital room, and suddenly the thick darkness was not there anymore. I felt the sweet caress of sun rays warming up my skin and I smelled the intoxicating fragrances of your floral perfume — the last one I gifted you for our anniversary. And there I was, near the mighty willow tree we would sit by when we were 17. Even though I was alone, I could still hear you talking to me from a faraway distance. Each word, each sigh, each sob… I held onto them, finding strength in your love until I could finally reopen my eyes.

You always compliment how tough I am — both physically and mentally. Whether I am carrying huge bags of flour or handling the Shelby and Sabini’s situations.  I usually answer that the strongest of us was you. After all, you were the one who kept fighting after the awful years these Evert bastards had made you undergo. I would gladly tell you that I would piss on Lawrence’s grave but since it is a letter I guess I should remain polite. Yet, despite how strong you are, I am deeply sorry for worrying you and involuntarily making you suffer after that cunt Tommy Shelby shot my fucking face. Living with the fact I caused your tears to run down your sweet face will be the bane of my existence, but I promise to make amend for all the sorrow I caused you.

Rosie, my beloved flower, what is the willow tree without your elegant frame? What are the birds’ whistles without the symphony of your adorable laugh? What is Alfie Solomons without Rose? Fucking nothing. And since I’ve risen back from the dead to pull you in my arms, let me write down our latest wonderful moment that happened yesterday: You were in the kitchen, sitting at the table with the tip of your pen trapped between your gorgeous lips. The more you flipped the pages, the more you were getting angry because you could not decipher my admittedly awful handwriting. I tried to make you laugh but you were not in the mood, and at some point, you thought I was so annoying that you threw a bit of flour at me without being aware of the consequences… We looked at each other silently for a few seconds, and then the same thought crossed our minds. We rushed to the nearest bag of flour and proceeded to turn our kitchen into a battlefield of white powder. You laughed! Oh, you laughed so much that diamond tears ran down your pinkish cheeks. 

You laughed, my little Rose, and I fell in love with you again for the hundredth time.

Don’t fear the voices you might hear, they are just the murmurs of my soul whispering to yours how much I love you. Also, Fuck Tommy and his little bitchass bullets — this prick can’t even aim— for nothing will take me away from you. 

Forever yours, mind, body, and soul,

Alfie. 

Tag list:

@runnning-outof-time

@shelbydelrey

@there-goes-thefighter

@cljordan-imperium

@dandelionprints

@zablife

@raincoffeeandfandoms

@look-at-the-soul

#alfie solomons #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #alfie solomons x oc #Rose solomons #the peaky receives a letter #peaky blinders x oc #Alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons fluff #alfie solomons fanfic

[justrainandcoffee]

From time to time I like to do moodboards for Rose based on colours. Like this one 💚.

Pink - White - Orange - Pink And Grey (with Alfie)

Alfie x Rose Masterlist

Moodboards masterlist

#alfie x rose #rose coldwell #my oc #moodboard #rose solomons #alfie solomons

[evita-shelby]

Made this for you @justrainandcoffee

Anyways Alfie runs into his ex at Jo's first Pride

While both were aware their daughters (and Charlie) are queer, none of the girls (and Charlie)knew their dads were exes

#solomons and shelby #diane shelby #allie solomons #jo solomons #charlie shelby #eva smith shelby #rose solomons #alfie solomons

[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! 💕

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons moodboard #alfie x rose #rose solomons #peaky blinders #peaky blinders moodboard #k makes moodboards

[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

#writeblr #my writing #my ocs #friend's ocs #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #alfie solomons #rose solomons #alfie x rose #anna & jasper #back to the 20's #writeblr community #writeblr connect #writing #fiction

[backtothe-20s]

Rose and Alfie Solomons belong to @raincoffeeandfandoms

#writerblr #writerscorner #fanfic #peaky blinders #alfie solomons #rose Solomons #Jasper #Anna #gynnifer #the Imperium Chronicles

[man-down-in-hatchet-town]

truly a perfect set of tweets.

#Corey as Mariah's dad is one of my favorite running gags in Starkid #I love them #corey dorris #mariah rose faith casillas #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #starkid #hatchetfield #steph lauter #solomon lauter

[harunayuuka2060]

Queen Rose: Today's event has brought me satisfaction. May we have the pleasure of repeating such an occasion upon your next visit to Devildom.

MC: I'm looking forward to it. *smiles*

Queen Rose: Ah, I mustn't overlook this: I am eagerly anticipating the moment when I shall address you as "Your Majesty" upon our next meeting.

MC: Of course. I'm glad to- Huh? Can you repeat that, Your Majesty?

Queen Rose: *chuckles* I will leave the explanation to Diavolo. *disappears*

MC: ...

Ace: YOU'RE GOING TO BE A ROYALTY?!!

Deuce: From being a prefect of Ramshackle dorm to being a professor of Night Raven College, and now-

Solomon: A deity.

MC: Me becoming a demon noble doesn't mean that I'll be a deity, Sol.

Solomon: But it's the truth.

MC: ...

MC: That can't be.

Solomon: Thirteen confirmed it. You are now a deity.

MC: ...

MC: No.

MC: Nonononononono-

Simeon: Solomon, you scared MC.

Solomon: Haha! My bad!

Vil: Why are you so against becoming a deity?

MC: I promised my wife that I would give her my soul when she asks for it someday.

Vil: ...

Vil: What?

MC: And becoming a deity would mean beefing with Michael.

Simeon: *chuckles* Oh, yes. That will surely happen.

Leona: This "Michael" doesn't like you?

MC: You could say that.

Riddle: I see. Well, it seems that's your only concern and not the fact that you will be marrying Diavolo.

MC: Why would I be concerned about that?

Leona: Wow. So if I ask you to marry me, you wouldn't mind?

MC: ...

MC: It depends. You like kids?

Vil: Pft-

Leona: ...

Riddle: One way to deter Leona-senpai.

Satan: MC, there was a fairy who handed us this piece of paper.

Belphie: *yawns* I think it's some letter of some sort.

Satan: And it's addressed to you so we didn't open it.

MC: Oh. Thank you, Satan, Belphie.

MC: *proceeds to open and read the contents of the letter*

MC: Ah. It's an invitation from the Queen of Briar Valley.

Belphie: Malleus's grandma?

MC: Yes. Queen Maleficia. She wants me to visit right now.

Satan: Eh... But you said that you are going to spend time with us.

Belphie: *frowns*

MC: I'll be back before this evening, I promise.

Belphie: Evening.

MC: Yes. Evening.

Satan: Still, be careful. Summon us if you encounter any problems.

MC: Sure thing.

Maleficia: What do you think?

MC: *looking at a wedding dress* It looks great.

Maleficia: Right? Malleus's future spouse will be wearing this.

MC: Eh? You have found a partner for him?

Maleficia: Yes. *then proceeds to stare at them*

MC: ...

MC: Do I know this person?

Maleficia: Yes. You know them very well.

MC: ...

MC: Your Majesty... I am... the worst option.

Maleficia: But think about it, Malleus will be your only husband here in Twisted Wonderland.

MC: Ma'am, I love your grandson. We're friends. But spare him. Please.

#twisted wonderland #obey me mc #twst mc #twst ace #twst deuce #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #twst vil #twst leona #twst riddle #obey me satan #obey me belphie #twst maleficia #obey me queen rose #twst x obey me

[look-at-the-soul]

Endless love

(Modern) Tommy Shelby x reader

✨ I wrote this for @justrainandcoffee Alfieversary! My dearest Flor who knew fanfiction and Peaky Blinders would cross our paths! Thank you for always being so kind and generous-and talented!-, becoming mutuals here for a short time and somehow it feels as if we knew each other in person. Cheers to many, many more Alfieversaries!

Summary: Y/N is “forced” to leave her husband and baby for the weekend, so join Tommy to sort parenthood by himself for a couple of days. How will he deal with everything? Including a fussy baby.

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: we know I try to make moodboards right? 🤭

“Okay, erm so there’s milk storage enough.” Y/N mumbled, taking one more look around the bedroom. “Emma’s nappies are in the first drawer, keep her bunny close to-“

“Her face, I know.” Tommy produced a small chuckle, trying hard not to roll his eyes as he had already heard his wife’s instructions for almost a week. “Love, just leave that there, take a deep breath and have a margarita for me, we’ll be fine.”

Looking down at his six-month old he found her big beautiful eyes staring at him.

Y/N blinked nervously, this was the first trip away from Emma, it’s was a natural thing to be nervous.

“I can’t drink a margarita, remember?” She pointed at her breasts for a clearer message. Although she really wanted one.

This was actually her first real going out in a long time, somehow her life had been turned upside down full of baby trips to the doctor’s appointments, quick trips to get the groceries, restless nights of feedings. Thats why when Tommy insisted she should make the trip with Rose and the girls, she thought it would be a good idea to have a little time to herself.

But suddenly, her phone started ringing and loads of messages arrived simultaneously.

“Are you su-“

Tommy cut his wife’s words. “Yes, now go before Rose comes up to take you.”

Y/N gave Tommy a worried look, she couldn’t help it.

“Say goodbye to mama,” he waved Emma’s little hand. “Buh-bye mam!” He imitated a childish voice.

Y/N felt her heart clenching inside her chest when she kissed her daughter’s chubby cheeks.

“If you need anything just call and I’ll be back.” She rushed to say before kissing Tommy’s lips. Stepping out of their home, she blew them a kiss.

Tommy finally felt confident enough to release the air he had been holding. He was beyond nervous for not having his wife around whilst taking care of their baby, he was actually panicking to do anything wrong.

As Tommy closed the door he saw Emma’s lip quiver and a second later, she let out a big cry.

“Oh no, no darling don’t cry.” Tommy tried to soothe her. Small legs kicking with such force that made him think of a small tornado. “It’s alright, mama will be back in a couple of days…” he mumbled tried to get his daughter to settle.

His phone started buzzing in his pocket, he tried to rock Emma, but her cries became louder. Pressing the green button so fast that he didn’t look at the name on the screen.

“‘Lo?”

“Is Emma alright? I heard her crying.”

Tommy gasped. “Yes, of course, it’s the television… there’s a baby crying.” He lied.

He noticed Y/N’s hesitation so he rushed to assure her everything was fine and encouraged her to have a great time with her friends. Then, Tommy searched the channel with calm music Y/N used to rock Emma to sleep, in an attempt to settle his baby.

“How can a little thing like you cry so loud?” Tommy sighed defeated. He was one step from giving up. “I don’t know how your mama does it.”

He had tried everything, absolutely everything. And nothing seemed to work.

Was his baby sick? Hurting?

“What is it baby girl?” He wiped away the tears from her eyes, long lashes wet, chubby cheeks red from the intensity of her cries.

A sudden flashback appeared on his mind and with long strides, he walked into their bedroom hoping to find Emma’s bunny in its place. It had been a birth gift by Rose, and his daughter didn’t seem to like anything else.

“Look… here’s your bunny.” He tried tickling her cheeks. “And let’s take Mummy’s blanket alright?”

Tommy felt on the brick of desperation, was he really a useless father? One who couldn’t make his daughter stop crying?

His heart was aching.

Tommy wondered how would they survive for the entire weekend without Y/N. He started seriously doubting his parental skills in that moment.

Wrapping his baby in Y/N’s blanket seemed to bring some comfort for his baby. Groaning he covered his face with one of the thin cloths they used to go outside, it was small piece that only covered his features partially but then he heard a small giggle and a raspberry from Emma.

Startled, he removed the sheet from his face and looked down at what was making her giggle.

“You liked your silly daddy?” He asked mimicking a ridiculous voice.

He tried the trick once more.

And to his surprise, Emma giggled again, there was a bit of droll on her chin, big blue eyes sparkling just for him.

“You like Mr. Napkin?!” He asked in disbelief. “Yes you do!”

Getting up, he got a larger napkin from the kitchen and after covering his face again, but he added his glasses.

“Mr. Napkin needs help to see.” He repeated what it seemed like the best acting performance ever. “Oh! I see a beautiful happy little girl.” He turned to face his baby laying in one of his arms.

Emma laughed uncontrollably and kicked her legs happily.

“You know what? Mr. Napkin needs a smoke.” He announced, producing a cigarette from its case. But once he added it to his performance, he noticed a small pout. “Oh no, no… that’s a bad habit, don’t do it.”

Once he got his little girl to settle again, he sighed relieved when he saw the big yawn she offered.

“Mr. Napkin would like a nap too.”

But before he could close his eyes, his phone started ringing and the sound woke his daughter up.

“Shit. Alfie what do you want?”

“Just making sure you’re in one piece still… heard the Misus are having the time of their lives.” Alfie announced.

“I know you’re miserable when Rose is away, but I’m busy here mate.”

“That’s exactly why I was calling, to offer some child support.”

Tommy snorted. “Alfie the last thing I want is you taking care of my daughter.”

Alfie didn’t took that personally, he knew as a matter of fact that he had the opposite effect in Tommy’s daughter. “When will you finally admit your daughter likes me?”

“She likes pulling at you beard and your dog.”

“Look we both know you’re going to make the girls come back earlier from their trip and the least thing I need is having Rosie mad at me at your fault, so meet me and Cyril at the beach.”

“That sounds like an awful idea.”

“See ya.”

The actual plan worked like wonders, Emma was thrilled to spend time with Cyril, because being honest, he got all protective over Emma, and despite his size he acted like a cotton ball, bringing her sticks. But Tommy wasn’t going to admit that out loud.

Of course Alfie teased him endlessly for acting over protective towards the baby just because he made sure his daughter wouldn’t suffer damage from the sun. Or any kind of damage for that matter.

“What are cha gonna do when your little pumpkin starts messing around with boys and-“

Tommy gave him a death stare.

“Wha? You can’t keep her locked mate…” Alfie pointed out as the girl grabbed some sand in her small fist.

“That’s not going to happen.” Tommy answered with a clenched jaw.

Just the mere thought of it, made his insides twist.

And to Alfie, to have the chance to tease Tommy it was like the cherry on top, it was something he wasn’t going to let it pass.

By the time they went back to their apartment, Emma was sound asleep in the back seat.

After changing his baby girl into a pajama set, Tommy walked around the place to set the alarm and taking the remote, he turned off the lights.

To his surprise, he got a message from his wife.

Missing you both like crazy! xx

We missed you too, Emma was thrilled to take a little trip to the beach xx - he replied.

Almost immediately, his phone started ringing and the photo of his wife holding their baby appeared on the screen.

“I know I said I wasn’t going to disturb you, but…” her sweet voice made him smile.

“‘S alright, I was just getting ready to sleep.”

“But it’s still early.” Y/N pointed out turning around to look the hour.

“I am exhausted.” He dragged the words.

Turning the call into video, Y/N noticed the bags under his eyes. The dim light cascading over his cheekbones.

“Looks like someone’s having the time of her life.” He complimented.

“We had a massage and I ordered a virgin cocktail.”

Tommy shook his head. “No booze? What’s the fun in that?”

“Stop temping me.” Y/N pouted. “I’ll let you’ve some rest, tomorrow it’s going to be a long day.”

Tommy yawned and wished his wife a good night.

****

A babbling sound make him open his eyes asTommy tried to fix his blurred vision.

Groaning, he got up. “Morning, sunshine.” He kissed the top of her head as he pulled her against his chest and went back to bed.

Instinctively, Emma started nibbling his nipple.

“Oh sweetie, you won’t find anything there.” Tommy explained with a chuckle.

But Emma wasn’t in the mood and a round of loud cries started right away.

“I get it, the milk provider is moving right away, give me a sec.” He got up and carried his baby towards the kitchen, to prepare the bottle for her. A few minutes later, Emma was sucking happily.

“Such a drama queen eh?” He stared at her soft features. Wondering what life had in store for her. “What do you wanna do today? We can go to the park, or the pub bet your uncles would love to see you.” He proposed as his baby was focused on her milk. That way he could get some help because everyone in his family adored his daughter.

Despite his wealth, Y/N refused hiring a nanny. She was adamant to be in charge of everything related to their daughter. And being completely honest with himself, he was grateful for being able to spend quality time with his first born, Y/N deserved all the credit for that, she helped him feel comfortable by giving his daughter a warm bath and helping as much as he could, being a present father.

She had already threatened him to include a hairstyle masterclass so he could learn to do braids and pigtails.

After a quick bath for him and another one for his daughter. He felt proud of managing to put an asthetic outfit for Emma, he actually went safe with clear colors God forbid that one time he changed her into a set that didn’t match, Y/N scolded and teased him endlessly. As Tommy was looking in one of the drawers for a clean sheet so he could place his baby on the floor, he found a small box where Y/N kept a bunch of things she said that were useless but you might need some day. The thought made him chuckle, but a sharp movement opened the lid and its content fell to the floor.

That’s when he saw something that caught his attention.

A playful smile spread on his lips and he rushed to the living room to set everything.

It took him a while to carry on with his idea, but once he was finished, he stood there proudly to admire his creation, the smile on his daughter’s face told him he did a good job. Oh, the things he’d do for that little Miss Sunshine. She had him wrapped around her little finger.

Snapping a photo, he pressed a few buttons to send it to his wife.

“What is that?!” Y/N asked raising her voice, excitement was evident.

Tommy’s chest expanded proudly as he looked at his mini-me in awe. “She’s being giggling nonstop.”

“This is the best idea ever!” Y/N sounded surprised, so he was still able to be one step ahead.

“Cheapest trick to keep her busy.” Tommy added, sending the photo to the Shelby’s chat group.

“I can’t wait to go back home.” He knew being away wasn’t easy for her, specially because she was so attached to Emma.

“The day will fly by and you’ll be back before you know it.” He tried to cheer her up. His eyes darting back to his daughter, still amazed by the balloons.

“Look at you, I leave you for a couple of days and you win the award parent of the year.”

“That’s what you get for abandoning us.” He joked.

“Hey!” Tommy heard Rose’s voice in the background. “Only emergencies! Is Tommy missing an arm?” He heard some weird noise and then she spoke clearly. “I hope you’re taking good care of Emma.”

“Of course.” He wasn’t sure if he should be more scared of his wife or Rose.

“Good, then were stealing your wife for another day and we’re already planning the next trip.” She warned, and this time around, it was Y/N turn in the background saying that she didn’t want to be away from her daughter again.

“Have a fabulous day, I gotta change a stinky nappy.”

Ending the call, he decided to order some food, the last thing on his mind at the moment was to prepare something. At least he got a great deal by keeping his daughter busy with the balloons and that granted him a few minutes to stand outside in the balcony to smoke a cigarette while keeping an eye on his baby.

And the rest of his day went just like that between naps, babbling and the little sounds his daughter made. Later he’d pick a book to read to her.

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Sunday finally arrived and after driving for a couple of hours, the girls left her by the apartment lobby first, so she made the trip to her floor quietly and since she didn’t tell Tommy what time they were coming back, she took the chance to surprise him.

He didn’t know, but she had been watching him in the baby monitor app on her phone. As a matter of fact her heart felt full last night when she realized her baby wouldn’t settle and after a couple of minutes, she saw Tommy getting up from the bed and climbing the crib -big enough to fit him-, to sleep with his baby.

She knew he was the best father their daughter could have.

And another proof was that moment while he was feeding Emma and he started singing a Romani song and ever so gently he explained their baby he came from gypsies and she too, had gypsy blood running in her veins. Y/N wanted to bottle the two of them along with those moments that made her confirm her deep love for that man.

But Y/N was the surprised one when she stepped into her apartment and found Tommy sleeping on the couch with Emma lying on his chest fast asleep, his arm wrapped around her back protectively. Her small hand closed in a tight fist over her bunny’s ear.

The image was instantly tattooed in her heart as a lifetime memory.

And she knew, her heart was full and that this was an endless love.

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[call-sign-shark]

Girls Night and Broken Glass

Summary: Girls night goes wrong when Rose Solomons decides to bring Heaven to a feminist meeting.

Words: 1k

Author's notes: A little something written for @raincoffeeandfandoms's birthday event Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. I hope you'll enjoy this little addition as much as I enjoyed writing it. Now I want to read about drunk Rose coming back to Alfie after this animated night out teehee! Rose Solomons belongs to @raincoffeeandfandoms

✞ This work is a part of Heaven in Your Eyes' universe, but you can obviously read it as a stand-alone.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“And I think it is, darling.” Rose replied with an amused smirk on her charming lips.

“But Arthur said – “

“To Hell with Arthur. To Hell with Al. To Hell with men! Tonight is our night.”

The politician lady wrapped her arm around Heaven’s shoulders and they both stepped into the building to meet with the rest of the women's committee. It has been a little while now since Rose Solomons started campaigning, her decision to engage in politics resulted in making a few dubious male politicians shake with fear. The reign of terror of men was slowly coming to an end now that Rose Solomons was showing her fangs and claws. From the very beginning of her campaign, Heaven had supported her the best she could. Admittedly, the young French girl wasn’t really interested in politics but her enthralling discussions with Rose about feminism had convinced her. That was how she started proudly displaying Rose’s party pin on her dress or fur coat.

The first time Tommy saw the pin it was during a family dinner, and he almost choked with his whiskey. In reply, Heaven simply brushed one of her white strands of hair behind her hair and batted her Bambi lashes with a fake innocent pout. If there was something Thomas Shelby particularly hated, it was people standing up to him – which was exactly what his sister-in-law and Rose Solomons were doing. The heated debate had closed with Tommy pinching the bridge of his nose, deeply bothered, and looking dagger at Arthur for having married the most annoying and bratty creature ever.

Earlier that day, Heaven had decided to visit Rose at Margate and spend the day with her to keep her company as well as to allow Cyril, Kaiser, and Beast to play together. It was during tea time that the wonderful Mrs. Solomons offered her to attend a reunion with the women's committee. At first, it seemed like a good idea, but now that the angel was standing in front of the door she was almost petrified – After all, she had never been particularly comfortable with public gatherings.

“Ladies, let me introduce you to Mrs. Heaven Shelby, who is going to participate in today’s meeting,” Rose said, opening the meeting. In truth, Heaven was expecting the women here to wince at her family name, or to look at her from head to toe, disturbed by her unusual appearance and the confusing aura that emanated from her. But instead of judgment, she found acceptance. Every one of them had been so nice with her, that the young French girl felt welcomed and even actively gave her opinion and ideas under Rose’s proud gaze.

How did the polite meeting ended up in a riot made of unhinged and drunk women yelling was a mystery. The fact remain that police was now chasing down Rose, Heaven and a few other girls in the streets.

“RUN ROSIE RUN!” Heaven screamed, the alcohol she had consumed strengthening her French accent to the point it was almost difficult to understand what she was saying. Rose Solomons, with her bare feet hammering the concrete and her heels in one hand, speeded up, laughing as she ran away from the police. But they were quicker, and it was only a matter of time before they manage to catch them. “Listen! You keep running, I’ll hold ‘em back, right?” Heaven said.

“What? No, I ain’t leaving you behind. They’re going to throw you in jail for the rest of the night!”

“I know, but at least they won’t catch you.” The white-haired angel replied with the more solemn tone her intoxicated mind could make.

“If you go to prison I’ll go too, sister!” At this point, they had both stopped running and Rose had put her soft hands on Heaven’s shoulders.

“You’re a politician now. You cannot be caught doing something illegal alright? Run and don’t worry for me!” With that being said, Heaven gently pushed her partner in crimes away, and waited for the police to capture her as Rose disappeared in the thick fog of the night.

“You are under arrest for –”

“Hey, don’t fookin’ touch me eh!” She roared, completely drunk and definitely sounding a bit too much like Arthur.

When Kat Wilson and Moss informed Arthur Shelby that his wife had spent the other half of her night locked up in a cell, he could not believe it at first. It was only the moment he realized it was true that he caught the giggles.

“Me angel did what?” He said, tears of hilarity dawning in his steel-blue eyes as the two police officers were explaining what happened to him.

“She and a bunch of women destroyed Mr. Greyson’s windows. Then she wrote the word “pig” and “coward” with paint on the walls of Mr. Jones’ store…” The list was long and undeniably ended up with “disturbance of the peace”.

Arthur cracked up even more, slapping his thigh as his loud and hoarse laughter filled the Garrison, attracting a few curious eyes, “Alright, alright.” He finally said, grabbing his car key and heading right to the prison in which his wife had been locked up. He laughed the whole way, unable to recover.

“Didn’t think I’d have to bail ye out of jail, eh.” That was the first thing he said when his eyes met hers, “Seems like I married a lil’ ball of chaos.”

“Eh, I’m sorry…” She retorted with a wince before massaging her forehead for her throbbing headache worsened every damn minutes.

“Sorry? Damn, don’t be sorry, angel.” Arthur had to bite his lower lip not to burst into laughter again at the sight of his wife’s face, whose angelic features were contrasting with her messy and entangled white mane, as well as her runny makeup. His mustache twitched but overall he managed to choke his amusement before he got the giggles a second time, “Let’s get you out of there.”

“Yeah but please, love… Stop talking so loud!” She whined.

✞ Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.

#Peaky blinders #Peaky blinders imagine #Heaven Shelby #Rose Solomons #Alfie Solomons x oc #Arthur shelby x oc #Peaky Blinders OC #Alfie Solomon’s

[justrainandcoffee]

Can I have a �� moodboard for Rose, please?

Thanks for sending this, Laur! This was hard than I originally thought 😅.

I chose one. Maybe for a morning/afternoon meeting.

As much as I am against fur coats, I'm pretty aware that women of her social class wore them. Back then they didn't have the same thoughts we have today. She probably have several of them.

And blue/light blue is her favourite colour. I like 1920s fashion, so I enjoyed looking inside her wardrobe 🤭♥️.

#asks! #moodboard game #my oc #rose solomons #rose coldwell

[evita-shelby]

A witch and a rose

A second gift for Flor/@raincoffeeandfandoms , it was supposed to be wacky kid shenanigans, but then Eva demanded she be writtwn seriously, and i couldn't get her out of there.

I hope you like it

Cw: mentions of Tommy’s depression and suicidal thoughts

Gif by @hellomadelene

1930

For Allie Solomons’ sixth birthday, Tommy had agreed to arrange ponies and horses for the girls to ride by the beach.

As if the antique dollhouse was not gift enough, he had complained when his witch of a wife asked, no, told him they were going take horses to Margate.

“Diane told Allie about her pony on their playdate, so I thought it would be nice for you to let the poor little girl get a pony ride for her birthday.” Eva answered his unspoken question as she was fond of doing before handing him baby Florence as she made damn sure the older children understood they were to be on their best behavior.

After Tommy shot him, Alfie had lost some of his looks.

What the bullet with his name hadn’t finished, was slowly being taken over by his skin cancer.

Did this horrify his children?

Absolutely not.

Like their mother and father, they had inherited an unnatural fascination with the scary and not so pretty aspects of life.

Five-year-old Diane and four year old Gabriel, in their last playdate, had schemed to touch Uncle Alfie’s face and, even worse, done it.

Tommy had hoped Alfie would have scared them into not doing it again ---Tommy didn’t know enough about his condition to know if it was contagious, he just knew its just something you don’t do--- but he just laughed and let them satisfy their curiosity.

“Why do I have to go. They are all babies.” Eight-year-old Charlie complained as he took his seat behind him.

Been a while since they went anywhere as a family.

Eva tried her best to pry him away from work after Polly’s death and his suicide attempts.

Went as far as using her friendship with Rose Solomons to get him to leave the house and the woods.

“Because we will be staying at Margate for the weekend, it will be fun, Carlitos.” Eva said hoping to get the boy to stop pouting. “Besides they’ll be plenty of boys for you to play with, Allie’s cousins will be there.”

“Will Auntie Florence be there?” Dia asked climbing after her brother.

She likes being in the middle, makes it a fucking pain on long drives because she has the bladder of a hummingbird.

“Yes, but we are calling her Esther when we are there.” He reminded her as he made up a lie as to why they can’t call her by Florence or her birth name, Frida. “So we don’t confuse her with the baby.”

How do you tell your children Auntie Florence was a spy and assassin who changed identities like one changes underwear?

“And for your Aunt Polly’s sake, please don’t touch Uncle Alfie’s face without permission.”

The fact that they get there with no accidents is a miracle in itself.

Sometimes the children’s noises cause Tommy to lose his patience which lead to four crying children or worse, Tommy having an episode.

Tommy had suffered since that night.

Margate will do them good, Eva thinks.

Besides, it would help patch things up between her and Rose after they fought when they last saw each other in London.

Rose had called her a sellout when she saw that Eva and Tommy would be budding up to Mosley and the New Party.

Did Rose wait for Eva to explain what Alfie already knew?

No.

Could Eva not have used her daughter’s sixth birthday to tell her they were spying on the fascists to make sure the party never takes off?

Yes, but chances are Rose Coldwell-Solomons wouldn’t hear her out.

It had been a highly likely friendship, both women had strong opinions, valued freedom and most importantly, did not hesitate to make themselves heard.

Sure, it had been awkward when Eva had a whooping four children while Rose struggled with her infertility, but they had made it through those tentative moments and come out the better for it.

And then they had the worst fight after the kids’ playdate ended.

Rose had not been told that the Shelbys flirting with fascism was a cover. Alfie knew, hence why he had agreed to provide a distraction to have Mosley assassinated last January, but it seems no one had told his wife.

To her they were traitors and the worst sort of people.

They had said things, they had burned the metaphorical bridge they stood on and before she could regain her senses, Rose had ended their friendship and left without ever looking back.

Now she was here with gifts and knowing Florence Solomons had her back should Rose try to toss her out on her ass.

“I am not a child; you can’t bribe me with gifts.” Rose crossed her arms once they had had a moment alone in her kitchen.

They’d come early for this exact reason.

So far so good.

“I know, Rosie. I came to apologize; I should have told you why we are kissing Mosley’s ass after failing to kill him instead of assuming Alfie had told you.” Eva began her apology and thanked the Abrahamic god that Florence had given her the file detailing their mission written by Churchill himself.

“Yeah, you should have instead of cutting me out to make space for Cimme Mosley and her friends.” Rose remarked as she skimmed through the file.

“I’m sorry. Can you ever forgive me for being a pendeja about it?” the witch asked noting Rose’s defenses had lowered enough to soften towards her.

It’s all going to go to hell when she discovers this ruse has to last for the next four years.

Just until they know Mosley is not getting anywhere with his party.

“How long are we to pretend we are enemies?” Rose said getting to the agreement in the final page.

Something was happening in 1934, something bad and this chill only happened when Diane and Tommy were together.

Mosley wanted to hurt Tommy and he would hurt Eva’s little witch too.

“Four years. They are planning something, something awful. I don’t know yet, but I feel it in my bones. I only need four years to figure out what it is so I can stop it and make sure Mosley dies alone and his ideas with him.” Eva confessed to her friend and ally.

“I suppose I can forgive you, it’s for a worthy cause. But the moment you arrive in Margate, this---” she says gesturing to the file “--- stays out of my house.”

“Agreed, we have that rule at home. Been a fucking lifesaver.” The witch admits, breathing easier now that she has her friend back.

“We should return to the party; I want to see Allie’s face when she sees the ponies.” Rose smiled jubilantly; motherhood agreed with her.

It was so good to see her have this happiness so long denied her.

“I want to see Alfie’s when he sees Florence bring out her gift for her sweet little niece. What is your policy on a gold and diamond Star of David for Allie?” the witch asked. Maybe she should tell her about the hand painted illustrated Siddur and matching Torah as well and, oh, the wooden Noah’s Ark that was absolutely perfect, but that would wreck the surprise.

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby fanfic #rose solomons #rose coldwell #alfie solomons x oc #alfie solomons x rose coldwell #dad!alfie solomons

[ilikestuff69]

Me when the Nerdy Prudes die:

Like, why was I shocked? It’s the fucking title.

#team starkid #starkid #nerdy prudes must die #will branner #max jagerman #bryce charles #detective shapiro #corey dorris #solomon lauter #mariah rose faith #stephanie lauter #steph lauter #angela giarratana #grace chasity #lauren lopez #ruth fleming #jon matteson #richie lipschitz #curt mega #mark chasity #joey richter #peter spankoffski #kim whalen #karen chasity #jeff blim #nick lang #matt lang #hatchetfield

[cljordan-imperium]

Happy Half-Birthday to you

Happy Half-Birthday to you

Happy Half-Birthday, dear Rosie

From all of mine to you 💜🤍💚

@raincoffeeandfandoms

#friend's oc #gift moodboard #rose x alfie #rose solomons #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic

[coyotehusk]

A Rose Amidst Thorns | Solomon | @sunshiline-writes

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@sunshiline-writes @suspicious-whumping-egg @whump-captain @whumpsday @whumplr-reader

@yet-another-heathen

#coyote husk draws #not my oc #solomon #a rose admist thorns #ARAT #whump art #whump #restraint #blood #thanks again sunny for letting me draw your distressed men #it's always a good time

[12am-motivation]

will you accept sol's rose?

@reshi-galaxy @sparkbeast20 Thank you so much for the tag! Happy Valentine's Day~

#say yes #*hands every single one of you roses* #happy valentine's day! #a sol #solomon #ソロモン #solomon obey me #obey me solomon #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me #おべいみー #mo's doodles #my art