Meet Roscoe Westley. Roscoe Westley is rich. Very rich. In 1918, his overprotective parents died suddenly of Spanish influenza, and Roscoe was thrust head first into the belly of London’s early 1920s young male society; experiencing whiskey, cigars, and women like he’s never known before. But when he is unexpectedly invited by mutual acquaintance to the Crawley’s summer ball, old parental feuds spawned at an early nought-ies garden party begin to bubble back to the surface, forcing Roscoe to fight his own corner and prove to the Crawleys that he is not the stubborn, red faced man his late father used to be. Besides, little Edith Crawley is no longer a toddler…
Agh, I love this and it needs to happen.
As with any male character on Downton who ever looked at Thomas???
It’s a Molly fic, post Reichenbach and it’s everything that you’ve been looking for.
I would rec this with neon lights if I could. BRILLIANT.
IT’S SO GOOD I CAN’T EVEN.