too many ideas, too lazy to write ✨
↳ rosalie graham, oblivion
Rosalie Graham was an oxymoron of a woman with the name of a beautiful flower. She was more like a thorn with her tongue so sharp that she could make any man fall to his knees. Everyone in Small Heath knew not to mess with Rose or else she’d tear them apart without every laying a hand on them.
Well, that and her three older brothers would have no problem beating them to a pulp with, of course, help from the Shelby family.
The Grahams and Shelbys were always the talk of the small town in Birmingham. They only grew close when the three sons from both families went off to the war, all arriving home with a darkness inside of them that could never be fully repaired. Their time in France brought them together in an indescribable way. They considered each other lifelong friends which carried over once they returned back to the filth of Small Heath. From then on out, the Grahams and Shelbys had each other’s backs.
And when a certain inspector was sent by Winston Churchill to retrieve a crate full of stolen guns, the Graham and Shelby families concocted a plan to expand both of their family business and to keep themselves a float with everything going on. Nothing was going to ruin their plan. Not even rising feelings from the woman with an oxymoron as a first name to the man who was blindly swept off his feet by a new barmaid at The Garrison.
