Twelfth Night | Alfie Solomons
Request: @tenebris-animam Can you please write an imagine where the reader is an independent woman who wants a job at the bakery, so she dresses as a man and no one finds out except Alfie? If you don’t vibe with the prompt I understand :)
Notes: gosh it’s been awhile… shaking off some dust with this one…
During the war, you’d worked for a munitions factory and become one of the Canaries. The name came as such due to the yellow staining of your skin from the chemical compounds that you had to handle. It was dangerous work but you felt of use, you were doing something toward the effort. You’d always been ambitious and despite the low wage, the high risk, it felt good to finally put your hands to something. You’d never had any interest in settling down and being a good wife, as your mother used to put it.
You’d always thought there was more for you than that.