Stories about the women who are fine like wine. HUGE DISCLAIMERS: Not gonna lie, most of these stories are Rosé x Reader. When I put 'x reader' it's 1000% a female reader unless I specify otherwise. Includes G!P, if uncomfortable, please do not read. One shots with the "M" rating does not always mean sexual content...
TW: Death and Illness Rosie was young when she had her first brush with Death. She was sixteen when Death finally showed itself to her and talked to her.
(AU where Rosie is an artist and Lisa is a photographer. One shot. Taken from my other work, Of Coffee And Cophine Mornings for Orphan Black.) Rosie is always the first one to wake up, a morning person by most standards. Lisa on the other hand... Well, let's say mornings don't agree with her. Just a little fluff piece...
