#rosescratch

[krembruleed]

[kapteenikola]

He is like a dog not even the shelter will accept 😕

[thejoxaren]

They would be good for one another

[kyrylo-kot]

♡ thıs ıs α gıft, ıt comes ɯıth α prıce,

♡ ɯho ıs the 𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙗 αnd ɯho ıs the 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚?

≪ °❈° ≫≪ °❈° ≫

♡ for @https-yaracchi ♡

[charletsart]

rosescratch yuri yall 🌹🐺

[literatehiss]

What use is a Rose without its thorns

Rose makes a new friend, finally someone who adores her favourite writer just as much as she does Read on AO3 here

Rose carefully hung the framed picture of Alan on her wall. It was exciting to have a picture of Alan that wasn't over a decade old. She had paid one of the Koskela kids, Charlie, she thinks it was, to snap a picture of her writer as he was taken in by the two FBI agents. It wasn't a bad shot, honestly; the kid might have a future in photography, and Rose had happily forked over the money.

She handled the framed image with care, with the delicate touch of someone holding a priceless artefact.

The heat of a body looming behind her. Her newest ally, a friend, though he might not like that title. Finally someone who obsessed over Alan just as much as she did. Someone who loved Wake, though he definitely would hate it if she said that out loud. Sometimes she wondered if he could read her thoughts because occasionally he would growl at her when she thought about their shared love.

She didn't mind though, she kind of liked it.

The body leaned over and past her to pin a blood-soaked tie to her board. It was Alan's, both the tie and the blood, she presumed. It was also likely Alan's blood that stained the creature's hands and was stuck under his nails. She swooned a little at the thought of being so close to Alan as to get his blood on her hands. She caught his hand and kissed his knuckles, catching her lip between her teeth and sucking away the blood that had been smeared across it

She spun around with a squeal and kissed the scruffy beard on his cheek as he passed her Alan's sodden jacket as well. She wasn't sure if she should clean it; it was filthy after all, or keep it as it was, as to preserve as much Alan that was left on it as possible. 

Oh, if she cleaned it, she could wear it . The thought made her blush a furious red.

Again, Scratch growled as if he could hear her thoughts about Alan and wrapped an arm tightly around her waist. The growl shifted to a low purr, like a motorbike engine, as she stroked a hand through his hair and pulled him into a deeper kiss. She was so glad to meet someone who loved Alan just as much as she did.

Scratch enjoyed the feel of this peculiar woman's touch, of her misplaced affection. He had sought her out to kill her, but Rose was different, and he had instead found himself an ally, a friend that he would only admit to in his head. He was so glad to meet someone who was obsessed with Alan as much as he was.

[krembruleed]

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[thejoxaren]

GUYS IM SO UNWELL OVER THIS SHIP