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A random hodgepodge of stuff. Current fixation: Mr. Edward Thomas Hardy and his characters (especially a baker guy named Solomons).
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↳ ❝ “On your knees. Now” With Alfie please and thanks ❞
: ̗̀➛ You and Alfie have been together for so long, and while a lot has changed in the world around you, you're both still the same men you once were.
trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, jokes about shooting, mentions of prisoners of war, mentions of warfare/war
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You were sat on what you assumed had once been a tree stump, puffing on a cigarette and sipping black tea with no sugar, a small collection of broken and stale biscuits beside you as you watched the crew bring back the prisoners.
Many of them were too young to even know their own home address, and even more of them were so young that the rifles were taller than they were. Your jaw clenched as you listened out for the captain, sighing heavily when he caught your gaze.
His mood was foul, and his manners were even worse, as he trudged through the squelching and suctioning clay and mud, grumbling and cursing under his breath; he paused at the prisoners, and frowned, taking a quick sniff of them before he turned to the Sergeant.
"The fuck did you bring this lot fuckin' back for?"
The sergeant visibly flinched, and took a step back as he hung his head. "Sorry, Sir, it was just- you said to bring back anyone who might have had intel, and we heard these-"
"These are fuckin' kids, you daft cunt!" Alfie boomed, his voice louder than the mortars to the east, and louder than the grenades to the south. "You brought me fuckin' kids!"
The sergeant continued to stutter and splutter out a myriad of apologies, wringing his hands as he cowered into the dirt.
"Fuck's sake," Alfie rolled his eyes, waving the poor sergeant off. He turned to you, and trudged over. "And what the fuck are you doin'? I thought I fuckin' told you to stay the fuck out of all this."
You glanced up, and smiled through the light haze of smoke as it drifted up into the stained air. "And a very good morning to you, too, Captain Solomons."
Alfie hissed, glaring at you for a moment until his gaze softened, and he shook his head. "Ah, fuck you, Lance Corporal."
You nudged his shoulder, and grinned. "Not best pleased this morning, I take it."
He sighed, and shook his head again. "No, no the fuck I ain't... look at 'em, do you really fuckin' think they'd know anythin' about the commandin' officer's next move? They can hardly fuckin' wipe their own arses."
You nodded in agreement, and looked down at how the mud and clay eagerly pulled and pooled around your legs. "Well. That ain't for me to say, is it? How's your mum?"
Alfie shrugged. "Eh, she panics. Asks about you, when I'm gonna marry you, all of that."
"And when are you?" You asked.
"Now if I fuckin' could," he growled out. "But I ain't even had the time to fuckin' propose to you, not the way this fuckin' war keeps goin'."
You nodded, then smiled as you nudged his shoulder. "Get on your knees. Now and I'll say yes."
"You can fuck right off," he chuckled, shaking his head. "That's a fuckin' piss take, Lance Corporal, I should shoot you for that."
"Shoot me, or shoot-"
"Oh, fuckin' behave."
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Sat on the windowsill in his office, you smiled as you admired the worn, faded and beaten up silver ring that sat heavily on your finger; the war had been over for a while, and things had been going well with you and Alfie.
You settled down in Camden, in a small house near his mother's, and while he took care of the rum and bread side of things, you took care of him.
Of course, you never wanted him to work with the likes of the scoundrel from Small Heath, but Alfie was adamant about it; the disgusting, anti-communist, union busting bastard would have had Alfie's head on a pike, if it had not been for you.
You lit a cigarette, and yawned loudly as you stretched so hard that your bones creaked and popped inside sore sockets; Alfie was still sat at his desk, mulling over paperwork and grumbling to himself as he covered his fingertips in paper cuts.
You tilted your head, and yawned hard enough for it to expose your teeth and make your jaw ache. His manners and his mood had not changed, and the thought of it made you smile as you hummed quietly.
"Alf?"
"Yes, my love?" He didn't even look up at you, but you didn't need him to.
The time of his voice, and the easiness that the affection came from him was more than enough to know that he would drop everything if you asked him to.
"You should pack it in," you told him, watching as his pen clattered against the paper and his eyes flicked over to you. "I'm cold."
"Then get my fuckin' coat," he told you, already moving to grab it and bring it over. "Daft sod."
You smiled, and took the thick, warm, wool coat from him with a quiet groan. "We should go home."
Alfie furrowed his brows, but when you glared at him, it clicked. "Five minutes, yeah? Give me five minutes just to pack all this shit up, and I'll be right there with you."
You agreed, rewarding him with a soft kiss to the cheek that made his skin burn pink as he smiled at you; not much had changed since the war, you were painfully aware of that, just as he had not been changed too much by it, either.
You reached for his hand, and he allowed you to take it.
"What's goin' on?" He asked gruffly. "Why the fuck are you bein' so... fuzzy with me today?"
"I just remembered what things used to be like, was all," you hummed, finding your way into his tight and warm embrace.
Alfie hummed, and shook his head with a certain fondness as he laughed under his breath. "This is a fuckin' piss take, Lance Corporal."
"You ought to shoot me for it," you murmured, just and just loud enough for him to hear. "Or, shoot-"
"Behave," he groaned, shaking his head. "Fuckin' behave, or we won't be goin' home."
Summary: Rose (26) lives in Water Gardens, Dorne, working as seamstress. For the past four years that had been her home and she feels really comfortable there. That particular morning, that started like any other, brings some news that she isn't expecting at all. News coming from the North.
Warnings: None. || Repost.
Words: 1.2k || I'm going to add your OCs in future chapters, for now it's just Rose (Don't forget I'm not writing this in order. It's aleatory and not even me know what I'm going to write next. Just vibe with me.)
Rose was already up when the roosters crowed. Since she had gone to Dorne, Rose learnt quickly that the sun raised earlier in that hot lands and so was she. The breeze moving the white curtains captured her attention the first seconds Rose opened her eyes. It was going to be another hot day but at that hour it was nice. She could hear the birds chirping outside enjoying the first rays of sunshine when everything around was still calm. In the Reach, where she was born, despite it had warm weather almost all year too, it was much cooler than Dorne and you could see birds of all type, day and night. In those indomitable lands, most of them slept in the shadows until the sunset when you could see them flying again.
Rose moved in bed, feeling the silky sheets against her legs and the sweet aroma of honey and oranges feeling the bedroom. If something, she got used to that luxury pretty easily. Same as it happened with food and delicious dornish wine. More than once she asked herself if the girl she was when was living in other lands could've appreciated this and the answer was probably no. That girl was scared, forced to grow up when she was still a child. When was still an adolescent, she considered going to Dorne but the long animosity between the Reach and Dorne made her believe that she wasn't going to be welcomed there and that's why for years lived in King's Landing. Rose didn't regret it, good things happened while was living in the capital city. But while she was happy there, was also really miserable and sooner than later the ghosts of the past made her ran away. First to the Stormlands and finally to Dorne. She hadn't been in King's Landing for at least six years. The time she hadn't seen her brother Sam.
Rose preferred not to think about her younger brother. She still loved him, always will, but life had put so much pressure on them that the bond was completely broken now and she wasn't sure if he wanted to see her, either. If people knew the things they had lived… especially after what happened to Louis.
Before her mind started to torture her with unpleasant thoughts about her brothers, Rose finally got up and dressed to start her day. The routine was always the same but it was something she didn't complain about. She loved her job and the place where she worked had a beautiful view of the Summer Sea that during the sunset gave her one of the most amazing scenery when the sky showed colours like red and orange sometimes with golden clouds above the horizon.
Fruits and milk were on the table when she got up. Few other servants were already up, while most of them were awaiting for the prices and princesses to wake up to serve them, others allowed themselves to relax before starting their day.
"…rumours say they're coming," a young woman said to a man "the Starks. Can you believe it? From the North to here."
"Why?"
"They're bringing the eldest son of one of the brothers to Water Gardens. Odd choice, but to strengthen alliance between both Houses seems accurate. The boy at least is going to enjoy here, I don't think a Martell could say the same if has to send a child to freeze his ass there in the North."
Rose didn't realise that her hand was holding a knife so tight until the blade cut her finger.
"Fuck."
She put her finger in her mouth until stopped bleeding. The son of one of the brothers… it couldn't be his. If he had a son, then the boy must be really young considering she had seen him two years ago when he had told her that was still single. It'd have been a lie, of course, but most probably they were talking about the firstborn son of Jay Stark.
Shit. Not him again. Rose felt nauseous and couldn't eat the breakfast as she could've liked it because all her thoughts were around the unexpected news.
If the Starks were on their way to Dorne, then it was going to take months until they arrive there, she had time to escape to go to Essos, maybe, but the thing was she didn't want to escape again. She liked that place, she felt comfortable, Rose really liked it and the idea of abandoning everything didn't give her any joy. Let alone to go to Essos to be far away from him.
Him, was Lord James Stark second son of Jared I Stark of Winterfell. They had met in which it seemed a life time ago during the wedding of Queen Heavenerys and King Amos. During those years she worked for her and went to the North to help the still princess with her wedding dress, Rose was part of the group of people that accompany the Targaryen from King's Landing to Dreadfort.
James was there not just as a Stark but also as best friend of the future king. Hundred of guests went to the wedding. From all around Westeros the nobles dressed with their best clothes went to the North to give their congratulations to the new couple, future rulers of the Seven Kingdoms.
The wedding was also a good opportunity to present daughters and sons to society and possibly talk about future alliances. Him, as the son of Lord Stark was on the list too. A marriage with one of the three brothers could and definitely was going to be beneficial for the other House. But that didn't happen, not at that time at least. None of the three were there to find wife but to enjoy the ceremony and the party afterwards.
During those days in the North was when she broke a promise and also lost her virginity. All because a Stark. Rose always blamed her youth and the stupidity that came with being still immature but there was no explanation of all that came later in life.
And now he was coming to her again. Even if he didn't know she was there. She sighed unable to focus on her job, he still caused something on her. There was a knot in her stomach and they weren't even close to arrive there yet.
How much time were they going to spend there? A couple of weeks at least, a month maybe. Horses and people needed to rest before returning to the North even if they stopped in several castles to rest still was a long journey back to their home.
But her own insecurities were ready to torture her. Maybe the kid was James' bastard. If he had a bastard then it made sense if they wanted to send him to Dorne. No, it didn't, her brain corrected her. The boy had to be a legitimate heir because a committee was coming from the other side of the map as it was an important business and they couldn't take that job for a bastard.
"I don't care," she said to the cat that was in the room where she worked. The white feline, was in the edge of the window watching the sea and didn't pay attention to her. Rose took a piece of fabric that was on the worktable and started to sew allowing her thoughts chase and change her mood.
It didn't matter he was still a highborn man, second in line to rule the North and she was…
You're a noble, too.
...was a seamstress, a bastard that was born in the Reach.
Still, it wasn't the social status what tormented her since she put her eyes on him. There was something deeper, something darker and one of the main reasons Samuel went mad when he knew what she did. Rose knew he was right, she herself still felt sick about it. It wasn't just that Rose had given her heart to an impossible love but that act meant she was a traitor.
Ignore it if you read it. I'm posting this again because Tumblr is fucking up everything and I hate it.
If she had lost her parents and didn't know about Louis for almost 10 years now it was because the ones attacking Thorn Tower, her home, that tragic night were the Starks.
Samuel went mad when he knew what she did [...] It wasn't just that Rose had given her heart to an impossible love but that act meant she was a traitor.
🫢 THE DRAMA!!! The rift between Sam and Rose was something so impactful given how we've often seen the close bond between the siblings 🥲. LOUIS! The implication of the future of that poor boy in the hold working only to make Rose's pain and guilt even worse.
I can only imagine the strife the two have faced since the fateful night that forever changed the trajectory of their life. Rose eventually fleeing all the way to Dorne and not even being allowed to potentially call a place a permanent home in case she need to flee again. I love her finding peace in Dorne and using her craft as a means of connection and processing her feelings.
