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Not You

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

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Synopsis: A few times your big brother Dean scares you.

Your big brother Dean would do anything for you, you knew that. He’d practically raised you, taking care of you when John wasn’t able to. He loved you and Sam more than anything, and you felt the same way about him.

But that didn’t change the fact that sometimes, Dean scared you.

…

You were hunkered down in the back of the Impala while Sam and Dean yelled at each other outside about their new buddy, Gordon.

You didn’t like Gordon, he freaked you out. And while Dean seemed to trust him completely, Sam was more on your side; hence their argument.

You couldn’t hear what they were saying, and you honestly didn’t care that much. That is, until Dean reared back his fist and punched Sam square in the face.

You scrambled to get out of the car before you noticed that Sam didn’t try to reciprocate. They exchanged a few more heated words before finally heading towards the Impala.

You were quiet that night, even after the vampires and Gordon had been taken care of. Your mind replayed the image of Dean punching your brother over and over again.

You felt ridiculous, lingering over something that even Sam seemed to have forgotten. But you couldn’t help but imagine that kind of anger directed at you. If he hit Sam—the brother that had been inseparable to him since basically birth—what did that mean for the others around him?

“Hey kid,” Dean’s voice startled you out of your thoughts. “I’m going for a supply run, wanna come with?”

“N-no I’m good,” you cursed the stutter that came out and forced yourself to calm down. You were only freaked because you’d been thinking about the punch, not because you were actually scared of Dean…

Right?

Your thoughts had once again distracted you, so when Dean made his next move you did something unexpected.

Dean raised a hand to run it through his hair, and your body reacted instinctively, following your current state of mind. You visibly flinched back, away from Dean, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Both Dean and Sam—who had looked up to watch the exchange at the wrong moment—noticed your reaction, and they responded in very different ways.

Dean seemed to freeze, his brows drawing together. Sam on the other hand reacted immediately, standing and taking Baby’s keys from Dean’s hand.

“Actually, I’ll go on the supply run. I need some air anyway, you two hang out here.”

He was gone before either sibling could protest.

The silence stretched on for several long minutes before you realized the problem. You were waiting for Dean to bring up what had happened, and he was waiting for you to bring it up. Considering how stubborn you both were, this could go on forever, so you decided to speak first.

“Why did you hit Sam?”

“Is that why you…” you dropped your gaze to your hands when Dean trailed off. “Hey,” he knelt beside the bed you were sitting on, his face flooding your vision. “C’mon, use your words.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you do that,” Dean demanded, his hand coming up to your shoulder. “Don’t be scared of me, not you. Not ever, I-I can’t…” Dean swallowed. “Don’t you ever be scared of me. I would never hurt you.”

“You hit Sam,” you argued.

“Sam’s different,” he insisted.

“Why?”

“Well for one, Sam’s not a kid, ok? He’s bigger than me, he can take a hit.”

When you didn’t respond, he sighed.

“Look, I shouldn’t have hit Sam, ok? But things are going on right now, things I’d rather not explain. But I promise you, I’m never gonna hurt you. Can you just trust me on that?”

“Ok,” you muttered. I can do that.”

…

You were huddled on Bobby’s couch, your knees curled up to your chest as you pretended not to hear the sounds coming from downstairs.

Your big brothers had caught a demon that could lead them to Crowley, and unfortunately he didn’t feel like talking.

Dean had managed to get a few words out of the guy, so Sam and Bobby were following up on that lead, but it wasn’t enough.

You were so wound up that when your phone rang you nearly fell off the couch. You answered when you saw Sam’s name on the screen.

“Did you find anything?”

“Not quite,” Sam sighed. “I need to talk to Dean, but he left his phone here in the Impala. Can you get him?”

“You-you want me to…” you swallowed down the protest that you desperately wanted to make. “Um, ok, I’ll-I’ll go get him.”

You put Sam on mute as you padded down the stairs towards the sound of the demon screaming.

You hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, your body unwilling to move forwards. Frozen to the spot, you were forced to take in the scene in front of you. Dean, a knife glinting in his hands, had blood running down his arms and splattered on his shirt.

The demon was strapped down to a chair on top of a devil’s trap, bleeding from various cuts, his face steaming from the holy water Dean had just dumped on him.

But worse than the gruesome scene in front of you was the twisted smirk on Dean’s face as he splashed holy water onto his knife and sliced into the demon’s arm, causing more screaming. As soon as the screams died down, you were about to make your presence known when the demon suddenly caught sight of you. His wicked grin alerted Dean, and he turned to see what the demon was looking at.

Your breath caught in your throat as you took an unconscious step back. Upon seeing you, Dean’s features softened almost instantly, but that didn’t take away what you’d seen. His mouth was still twisted in that awful grin, and to have it directed at you was even worse. The scariest thing though, was his eyes. They weren’t angry, which would’ve been scary enough.

There was a cool, harsh indifference in his eyes, as though he could just as easily shake your hand as cut off your head.

But when he saw you, a light seemed to enter his eyes, and the smirk dropped, but the ghost of those twisted featured lingered.

“You shouldn’t be down here,” Dean muttered as he stepped close to you.

“Sa-Sammy called,” you mumbled nervously, holding up the phone.

Dean snatched up a wet rag from a metal table next to him, wiping some of the blood off his hands and taking your phone, but not before noticing how your outstretched hand was shaking. He followed your gaze to the demon behind him, who was watching your exchange with that awful grin on his face. When Dean turned back to you, though, he saw that you were now looking at him.

He couldn’t decide whether the terror in your eyes was because of him, or the demon.

Dean leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “Go back upstairs.”

You gripped onto his arm, trying desperately to find comfort in the familiar gesture.

When he pulled away, you looked up into his eyes, trying to erase the memory of what you’d seen there.

“Don’t,” you were surprised at the strain in Dean’s voice. “Don’t look at me like that. Not you.”

You didn’t have to ask what he meant. You lurched forward suddenly, wrapping your arms around your big brother, ignoring the blood on his jacket. He reciprocated, and the feeling of his strong arms around you abated your fear. It didn’t matter what he’d done to that demon, Dean was still just Dean.

Dean was safe.

…

“Alright, I’m gonna go in. You wait here.”

“Are you insane?” You scoffed as Sam stepped out of the car. “It’s Dean, I’m coming.”

“We don’t know what he is right now, so no, you’re not.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“You saw the black eyes, Y/N. It’s not just Dean anymore. Now I mean it, stay in the car, I’ll be out with him soon.”

As Sam closed his door and walked into the bar, you reached down to unbuckle your seat belt.

“If you wanted me to stay away, you should’ve left me at the bunker.”

…

You couldn’t help it. When you saw Dean for the first time in months, your body grew a mind of its own.

“Dean!” Your features lifted in a grin as you rushed towards your big brother. All the air left your body in a huff when Sam’s arm shot out to stop you, wrapping around your waist.

“What’s the matter, Sammy?” Dean smirked. “Don’t trust me?”

That was when you really took in the scene. Dean looked…different. Like, not Dean. It wasn’t the same as when you’d seen him torturing that demon, it wasn’t just a coldness or a harshness, it was a different person.

But what stood out to you more was Sam. His arm was tight around you, before he maneuvered you behind him. His whole body was between you and Dean, one hand on your arm to be sure you were there, and the other just slightly jutting out in front of him. You knew that stance well; it was his Protective Mode, for whenever he thought there was an imminent, real danger.

And he was using it to keep you away from Dean. That scared you more than anything.

“Go back outside,” Sam ignored Dean’s remark, speaking to you but not taking his eyes off Dean.

“You shouldn’t have brought her here, Sammy,” Dean scoffed. “You know she can never resist her favorite big brother. Even when she was scared of me, she always liked me better than you.”

“Dean stop it,” you stepped around Sam, but he grabbed your arms and held you back.

“Y/N go outside,” Sam grunted.

“Dean, just come home with us,” you stopped fighting Sam, but kept your gaze on Dean.

“My home isn’t with you anymore, baby,” you nearly cringed when Dean’s favorite nickname for you came out in a way that was so obviously not Dean. “Now listen to Sammy so the grown ups can talk.”

“Dean-“

“Hey,” you were suddenly jerked around as Sam twisted you to face him. “I need you to go.”

Nothing less than the absolute terror on Sam’s face would’ve made you relent, but relent you did.

…

“I want you to stay out of there until this is over,” Sam stared you down.

“Is it that bad?”

“We’re gonna fix it, ok?” Sam sighed. “We’ve got the blood and everything, I just need you to stay away from him until it’s done.”

You nodded up at him, and he disappeared into the bunker’s dungeon.

With nothing to do, you found yourself wandering into Dean’s bedroom. You’d been doing that a lot since he’d left, finding the space comforting, as it was so very Dean.

However today was not a day that you would find comfort here. You’d been waiting in there for only an hour or so when you heard it. Or rather, him.

“Come on, Sammy! Don’t you wanna see your big brother?”

Your blood ran cold as you heard Dean’s not-so-subtle approach come closer and closer to you. What was he doing?

You didn’t have much time to wonder, because the footsteps echoing through the hall suddenly stopped outside your door.

What was he doing? If he didn’t want to be here, why didn’t he just leave?

You shouldn’t have stopped to wonder, but you’d promised yourself a long time ago that you’d always trust Dean, so the possibilities of what he really wanted hadn’t even crossed your mind when the door suddenly flew open.

Dean stood there, a hammer gripped in his hand as he stepped inside his old room.

“Hey little sister,” a sickening smirk spread across his face. “I was expecting Sammy, but I suppose I can take care of you first.”

Before you knew what was happening, you were flat on your back, the flat top of the hammer pressed against your throat.

You gasped for a breath, and were horrified when no air came through.

“St-st-st-“ it was no use, you couldn’t speak.

“What was that?” Suddenly the pressure on your neck lessened, but the hammer still was still touching your neck, like some kind of sick reminder that he could cut your air off again at any time.

“If you wanna leave, just leave,” you whimpered.

“Oh baby, I don’t wanna leave. Not yet. See, after what he tried to do to me, Sam’s as good as dead. But first, I’m gonna show him exactly where pissing me off gets him.”

“M-meaning?” You weren’t sure you wanted to know.

“Meaning you’re going first. But before that, you’re gonna get Sammy over here so he can watch.”

Your eyes drifted to your pocket where your phone was.

“Oh no baby, you won’t need that to get him here,” Dean leaned back, lifting the hammer.

“De-“ your plea broke off in a shriek when the blunt object slammed down on your hand. White hot pain shot up you arm, and the edges of your vision started to go fuzzy, black tinging the corners.

“Hey!” A harsh slap across your face brought focus back to your eyes. “Don’t you pass out on me baby, I want Sam to hear you scream.”

“Please,” you sobbed. “Dean, don’t do this to me. Not you. Don’t you do this. Not you, please!”

“Dean!”

“Hey Sammy,” Dean didn’t even turn around at the sound of Sam’s voice.

“Dean, get away from her,” you craned your neck to see Sam standing in the doorway, the demon blade clutched in his hand.

“Or what? You gonna kill me, Sammy?” Dean kept his eyes on you as he spoke to Sam, a cocky grin splitting his face. “I don’t think you have it in you.”

Sam took a half step forwards, but stopped when Dean raised the hammer, barely sparing a glance at Sam

“Uh-uh. I can bring this down on her skull faster than you can reach me, and you know I will.”

“Ok, ok,” Sam lowered the knife as he sidestepped further into the room and into Dean’s line of sight. “Just let her go man. This is between you and me.”

“I don’t think so, Sammy. You brought her into this, and now I want you to watch her die.”

“Dean,” you grabbed onto Dean’s arm, once again gaining his attention. “Dean you don’t have to do this. Come on, it’s me, you-you can’t…” you shake your head. “Th-this isn’t you, you wouldn’t do this.”

“Oh baby it is me,” you whimpered as Dean leaned down to whisper in your ear. “And you should’ve stayed scared of me.”

Dean twisted the hammer in his hand, raising it up for the fatal blow.

You closed your eyes, blocking out the vision of Dean’s pit-black eyes as you waited for the blow.

You kept your eyes closed until you heard Dean cry out, and suddenly his weight was lifted off you. You looked up to see Castiel dragging Dean back, who was fighting tooth-and-nail, a horrible screeching-like scream coming from him.

“It’s over,” Castiel grunted. “It’s over.”

…

Once Dean was secured back in the dungeon, Castiel healed your broken hand before going to help Sam in curing Dean.

As soon as he was clean and out of the dungeon, you didn’t waste a second, running into his waiting arms.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he breathed.

“It’s ok, Dean.”

“No, no it’s not,” he insisted, pulling away. “It’s…it was…” Dean lowered his gaze, unable to look you in the eye.

Not having it, you ducked your head lower so that your face flooded his vision, and he finally met your gaze again.

“Not you. It was not you.”

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notaperson400 · 4 months

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FINNICK ODAIR RECS

→ I don't own any of these works here. I just collected them in a single place so I (and maybe others) can find them easier. All the credits go to the authors. → Don't hesitate to notify me if any of the links don't work or anything. I'll make sure to solve the problem as fast as I can. → Check my Masterlist for more fandoms and recs → Thank you and enjoy :) ❤️

broken promise by @ilguna

a darling and a virgin by @wife-of-all-dilfs

saber tooth by @murdrdocs

fully charged by @murdrdocs

soft and comforting by @murdrdocs

best present by @murdrdocs

a little less dreadful by @elliemygf

siren by @pinkcherryblossom18

dating hcs by @heliads

our secret by @ilguna

poison pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 by @ilguna

breathtaking pt.1 | pt.2 by @ilguna

fate pt.1 | pt.2 by @ilguna

clueless by @ilguna

two sides of the same coin by @ilguna

trick question pt.1 | pt.2 by @ilguna

utterly irresistible by @ilguna

he knows best by @lovekendri

devotion by @inpraizeof

it's ok baby, i got you by @a-aexotic

they weren't the first pt.1 | pt.2 by @randomtasteinfandoms

away from your cold lust by @inpraizeof

i was all over her by @inpraizeof

right here waiting by @bartxnhood

his embrace by @inpraizeof

into it by @andvys

wave by @http-finnick

sit on my face by @murdrdocs

missing by @http-finnick

pt.1 favors | pt.2 peel away by @http-finnick

high out of your mind by @http-finnick

stay by @http-finnick

she's getting on my nerves by @http-finnick

skin to skin by @http-finnick

remember the meadows by @http-finnick

sirens song by @http-finnick

life with you by @http-finnick

a bit back smile by @http-finnick

homesick by @http-finnick

the drought of an ocean (series) by @thewordswewrite

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notaperson400 · 5 months

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suzanne collins LITERALLY named two men names ending in ‘anus’ and then didnt make them gay?

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notaperson400 · 6 months

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Does anyone know any good Miguel O'Hara x male fics that aren't smut there are barely any 😭

#miguel spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman #earth 928 #marvel #x male y/n #x male reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #into the spider verse

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notaperson400 · 6 months

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The Spider

Back at it again <3

Character: Miguel O’hara

Type: Angst

Warning: Male Reader, Suggestive Content, Use of swear, Violence, Blood, Reader is a Spider Person, Panic Attack

Word count: 412

There Miguel stood, yelling at Miles Morales. You thought you could trust Miguel not to do something stupid, but you were wrong.

“Lyla, shut down all defense system against Miles Morales.” You spoke, glaring at Miguel. Miles eyes looked at yours, searching for help. You motioned your head towards the door, Miles escaping Miguel’s now limp grip.

“What are you doing?!” Miguel exclaimed, walking up to you with anger in his eyes. “That is a teenager Miguel, are you insane?” You challenge his intimidating stance.

Miguel got close to you. He stared down at you, a frown of disapproval on his face. “Lyla, send out a message to all spider-people. Catch Miles Morales.” He spoke, turning his body away from you.

“Miguel you can’t do this!” As you reached for him his talon’s slashed you across the face. A gasp left your mouth, silence quickly filling the room. “Do not stop me….I’m sorry.” Miguel looked back at you before running out the room.

You touched the freshly opened wound on your face, the blood making your stomach turn. Your boyfriend had hurt you. You wiped the blood off your cheek and walked out the lair, ignoring the fact that your body wanted to lay down and cry right then.

You dragged your aching body back to the home that you shared with Miguel, grabbing a first-aid kit and dressing the wound. Tears swelled in your eyes, how could the person who was supposed to protect you do this?

Your heart felt heavy, nothing made sense. You could feel your breathing speeding up. You looked around the room with panic, everything felt like it was moving. Your stomach felt queasy and you wanted to throw up.

You crawl your way onto the bed in an attempt to make yourself look smaller.“(n…..(..me)…(name)!” Your lovers voice snapped you out of your state. “Y…you hurt me.” You stare up at Miguel, tears in your eyes.

“I didn’t mean to (name), I’m sorry.” Your sadness and fear was suddenly replaced with anger. “You’re sorry? You slashed my fucking face Miguel! I have a scar now and all you say is you’re sorry?!” You shove Miguel away from you, anger in your eyes.

“I need time Miguel…give me some space.” You look away from him before standing. “(name) please..” Miguel pleads you, he watches as you pack a small bag. “I’ll be back when I’m ready.” You walk out the house, leaving Miguel on the floor alone.

I will do a part two if this gets views :p

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notaperson400 · 7 months

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Thinking about Frenchie holding Izzy’s hand as the crew talk sense into him about his toxic relationship with Blackbeard. How Frenchie knew he needed all the comfort he could get, even though he was being held by Fang. Even though Frenchie has all his trauma locked up in a box in his brain.

Thinking about Frenchie saving and hiding Izzy at great risk to himself. About Jim and Archie helping Izzy after getting shot by Blackbeard. About Frenchie using Izzy’s thigh as a pillow when they’re in prison awaiting death. They’re a crew. A family. They love each other.

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notaperson400 · 8 months

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Special Agent Lokitty Masterlist- Downton Abbey Works

Works are sorted by ship/reader

Thomas Barrow x reader

unlikely friends, Part 2

I'll help you, you help me

between times (male!reader)

it all lines up, Part 2, Part 3 (male!reader)

love to hate you, hate to love you, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16 (male!reader)

always have a friend

safe now

need to know you're okay

Thomas Barrow x daughter!reader

the same face

need my father

Thomas Barrow x sister!reader

the best big brother, Part 2

fix the damage of the past, Part 2

you're human too

Thomas Barrow x teen!reader

routine annoyance, Part 2

the bond that keeps us going, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

learning together, Part 2

a broken promise, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

Anna Smith x reader

my friend

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notaperson400 · 8 months

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Thomas Barrow x Male!reader - love to hate you, hate to love you

Part 6:

Sitting down on your bed, you ran your fingers through your hair and sighed heavily, shaking your head.

Laying back down, you covered your eyes with your arm as you tried to get back to sleep but your couldn’t.

Standing up, you walked out the room, down the hallway and into the room you were searching for and you closed the door.

“Don’t.”

Thomas raised his hands and looked up at you.

You crossed your arms as you looked at him, and Thomas swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

“Stand up.”

He did and you walked over.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Testing something.”

Placing your hands on the side of his face, you kissed him more softly this time, and Thomas kissed you back.

Pulling away, you looked at him.

“Did you find your answer?” He smirked.

You glared at him and he grinned at you.

You turned around and made your way back to the door.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked.

“I will throw you off the top of this home.” You warned.

“I don’t kiss and tell Mr (L/N).”

“I should hope not should you want us both to be hanged.”

“Does this mean I can come to your room?” He smirked.

“Thomas Barrow.” You hissed.

You left his room and made your way back to your room and got back into bed after confirming your suspicions.

You quickly fell asleep again, mind plagued on and off by nightmares, so all in all it was worthless to try and get some sleep because you felt restless.

Waking up the following evening, you ran a hand through your hair and stood up, taking your shirt off you began to get your uniform ready.

“Sir.”

The door was opened and you turned around to look at Henry.

“Yes?”

“There’s some mail for you downstairs, Mr Barrow is bringing it up. Are you sure you don’t need me for the next two nights?”

“No, of course not. Get some rest you deserve it thank you.”

He nodded and stepped aside to let Thomas in, and Thomas closed the door behind him, setting the numerous parcels and a letter on your bed.

“Do you make it a habit walking around half dressed?” Thomas asked.

“When I’m not expecting company yes.”

You finished gathering your uniform and laid it out on your bed, getting your sword you set that in the bed as well.

Thomas walked over and he touched one of the scars on your back, noting how you tensed and froze.

“Don’t.” You warned.

Thomas pulled his hand away and you looked at him.

“I’m going to be late.”

“Would that be a bad thing?”

“You may not care about your job so much but I do. Leave.”

Thomas furrowed his brows a little in confusion.

“I.. just thought you were interested…” he mumbled.

You pulled on an undershirt and your uniform shirt.

“Well you were mistaken.”

Thomas clenched his jaw and nodded his head.

“I see, I won’t tell anyone don’t worry.”

With that he left and you glanced to the door before you finished getting dressed and you made your way out of your room.

Walking down the hallways you raised your hand and you hesitated before walking away and down the stairs.

You had too much going on to be focused on such things like this.

You handed out the orders for the night, and you walked into your office, sitting down you pulled out a slip of paper and a pen and you began to write.

You listed everything you believed that could help Chiron.

Setting your own down, you lit a cigarette and walked through to the kitchen to make yourself some tea, and you froze realising you weren’t alone.

“Mrs Patmore?”

“Oh I’m sorry Mr (L/N) I didn’t realise you would be coming through.”

“Nonsense, is everything alright?”

“I’m just trying to be prepared for tomorrow. We have a lot of guests coming.”

You nodded your head and looked at her.

Putting the kettle on, you picked up two cups and set them on the side.

“How much do you have to do?”

“Quite a lot I’m afraid, I hope it’s no bother I can go if you’d like.”

“Not at all, stay, do you need help?”

“Oh no that’s alright, thank you though.” She said.

You nodded and made the two cups of tea and you set hers on the table in the kitchen.

“Take a break. It’s no use if you exhaust yourself.”

“Right yes you’re quite right.”

You set your cup down and walked through your office, bringing your work through you sat down with her and carried on writing.

“Why in heavens name are you writing like that?”

“Ancient Greek Mrs Patmore, I’m simply sending a letter back to Chiron, back home.”

“Can he read it?”

“He’s the one who taught me all I know.”

“So you’re not English?”

“Oh no, I am English yes. My mother was from London, my father is Greek.”

She nodded her head and looked at you.

“You don’t look greek to me.”

“I wasn’t aware we looked a certain way.”

You smiled at her and folded the letter, setting it aside and you began going through your papers.

Sipping your tea, you raised your pen as she stood up and gestured for her to sit down again, and she did.

“You’ve not finished your tea.”

“Oh but I have ever so much to do.”

“And you can do it, I have seen you work through worse Mrs Patmore, and you have the entire guard at your disposal if you need help.”

She nodded and picked up her own cup, and you finally let her leave the table when she finished.

“So he can be nice to people.”

“Only to some Henry. You’re up early.”

“I thought I’d catch a train to see my family today sir if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all, stay for breakfast with the others and then you can go.”

“Of course, thank you sir.”

You nodded your head and stood up, gathering everything you set it in your office, tucked your letter into your breast pocket and walked into the kitchen.

“Ah Daisy, Mrs Patmore hasn’t slept. Look out for her.”

“Of course! Are you staying for breakfast?”

“No, I’m quite alright thank you though.”

You made your way back upstairs and you stopped when you encountered him in the hallway.

Looking at him, you opened your door and gestured for him to get in and he did, and so did you, closing the door behind you.

“I thought you wanted nothing more to do with me?” He asked.

“Just come here.”

Walking over you hastily kissed him and he had no complaints in kissing you back, his hands on the back of your neck as he pulled you closer.

Pulling away, Thomas gazed at you with confused grey eyes.

“I still hate you.” You said.

He smirked.

“Hate me all you want.”

He leant in to kissed you again.

Pulling away, you looked at the door and back to him.

“You’re going to be late.”

“Oh I don’t care, I’m not much a rule follower.”

Thomas kissed you again, and you quickly pulled away, holding a finger to your lips, you pulled him to the door and stood him behind it.

Just then there was a knock, and you opened it.

“I don’t suppose you’ve seen Mr Barrow?” Mr Carson asked.

“I’m afraid not Mr Carson, if I do I’ll send him down.”

“Yes thank you Mr (L/N).”

You closed the door and held your finger to your lips again as you looked at Thomas who went to say something.

Listening carefully you sighed in relief when you heard the door close to the landing.

“How do you know?” He asked.

“Let’s call it a family skill.”

“A useful one.” He smirked.

You took your uniform jacket off and set it on your bed and you felt Thomas behind you, so you turned around.

“You are now late.”

“Well it doesn’t matter then does it?”

Thomas took your face in his hands and kissed you again, and you smirked a little, kissing him back before you pulled away.

“Get out of here…” you whispered.

“Must I?”

You smacked the back of his head and handed him your comb so he could fix his hair and he set it back on your dresser and looked at you.

“See you tonight Mr (L/N).” He smirked.

With that, Thomas left you room and you went back to what you were doing.

Opening the parcels, you set the medical supplies with everything else and opened the letter.

‘Hermes is bringing you something later on today, ensure you keep it on you at all times.’

Furrowing your brows, you set the letter aside and laid down on your bed, book in hand.

There was a knock on your door and you looked up.

“I’m terribly sorry Mr (L/N), Mr Carson has requested everyone downstairs.”

You nodded your head and grabbed your gown, pulling it on along with your shoes by the door and you followed Mr Bates and the rest of the guardsmen down the stairs.

Standing in the back of the room, you took the just lit cigarette from Thomas and he glared at you a little bit.

“You could have asked nicely.”

“I don’t ask, I take.”

Thomas looked you up and down and you glared at him making him smirk and raise his hands as he lit another one.

“His Lordship is leaving for Scotland tomorrow.”

You tuned out the chattering voices and instead wondered to the door just in time to hear it go.

Opening it, you stared at the god in front of you.

“Come with me.”

You led him through to your office, and looked at Anna, Daisy and Thomas who all were looked at you.

You raised a finger to your lips to tell them all to be quiet and you went in, closing the door behind you.

“I got the letter, what is it you’re bringing me?”

“A gift from your father actually.”

Hermes pulled out a pocket watch and you looked at it confused.

“It’s not what you think, it will make a small ticking noise when monsters are nearby, but there’s also this.”

Hermes pulled out another item and showed you the insignia ring.

“He said to wear this at all times and never, never take it off.”

You furrowed your brows and took it.

“Is there any reason why?”

“He wouldn’t say, but he was insistent on never taking it off.”

You sighed.

“I see. Thank you Hermes.”

He nodded his head and looked around the room before turning back to you.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but I will tell you this, rumours are going around, and whatever it is, is big, and ugly, and it’s looking for revenge.” He whispered.

“On what?”

“On the gods…”

You nodded and you led him back out of the building and he looked at you.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” He asked.

“I am, I’ve not a clue about the others, but we have no choice.”

He nodded his head and left and you walked back inside, straight up the stairs back to your room.

You tried to sleep but you couldn’t, so again you changed back into a normal suit, you grabbed a few of the medical boxes you had been given, and you made your way back downstairs.

In your office you set them on the floor by your desk and you sat down, staring at the paper you were working on not long ago.

There was a knock on your door, and you looked up to find Jimmy standing there.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were up, I was actually just about to get you. There’s a visitor for you.”

You stood up, pocketing the paper, you followed him to the door where Mr Carson, Mr Bates and Thomas were all stood.

“You’re a long way from home.”

“Chiron sent me on his behalf.” The other man replied.

You nodded your head and stepped through the doorway.

“What is it John?”

He flicked his gaze to the far end of the yard away from everyone, so you followed him, glancing back at now just Thomas and Jimmy who were stood smoking before turning back to John.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“Chiron sent me with news, more monsters have appeared. We’re running out of time and we still have no game plan…”

You sighed.

“I know, give this to Chiron. And tell him that I was warned that whatever this is wants revenge on the gods…”

“What does that have to do with us?” He asked.

You handed him the paper and looked around before turning back to him.

“Everything. We are their children, and they will be after us. I assume I know exactly what this is about, and what they are after.”

“What?”

You clenched your jaw.

“I cannot say, not yet. I don’t know if it’s true, and I won’t until the oracle tells us something, anything that can help us.”

“She has, a small group have been sent on a quest to retrieve something. I’m not sure what, but she has spoken. More and more quests are being sent out.”

“Then it’s only a matter of time until she tells us something about this.”

“You know they’re going to make you the lead on this, right?”

“I will not lead an army of untrained demigods to die!” You hissed.

“You may have no choice!”

You glared at him.

“I have every choice, I will deal with this myself if I must!”

“And if you die?”

“Apparently dead things aren’t staying dead for long, so I’ll simply come back. Wouldn’t be the first time, nor will it be the last.”

You began to walked away.

“You cannot do this yourself (Y/N)! Whether you like it or not we both know exactly what’s going to happen” John called after you.

“Nothing is set it stone, not yet.” You called back.

You turned around and watched him leave, and you turned back around.

“What was that about?” Jimmy asked.

“Nothing to do with you.” You snapped.

“Come on, you won’t even share, it sounds rather interesting.” Thomas said.

You pointed a finger at him.

“Do not push it Thomas I’m not in the mood for your games today.”

“Is it family issues? Though I’m sure why you’re so riled up about that, you don’t seem to care about your family.”

“I am warning you…”

“Perhaps our very own Mr (L/N) is a spy, or working for somebody else. Maybe he’s a criminal, I’m sure his lordship would like to hear about this.”

“You will say nothing of this.” You growled.

Jimmy nodded and back away from you, but Thomas smirked.

“Maybe I will.”

You lunged forward, punching him in the face you knocked him to the ground and he looked up at you in shock.

“Stay out of my business it concerns nobody but myself.”

Thomas reached up to touch his bloodied nose.

Jimmy ran inside to get help.

“I wasn’t going to say anything…” Thomas grumbled standing up.

You looked up at him.

“Forget everything that conspired between us Thomas Barrow, there is nothing there, and quite frankly, you wouldn’t want there to be anything there either.”

“Who says I don’t?”

“I do. I have more pressing matters to tend to then the likes of you and some silly little crush you have on me.”

You walked away, ignoring Thomas calling your name and you walked back into your office and closed the door.

You didn’t have time to play his games, and you didn’t have time to spare, you were on a tight schedule, and who knows you had left until all of the underworld rained down on you

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Thomas Barrow x Male!reader - love to hate you, hate to love you

Part 5:

You walked over and you both walked off to the side while Thomas stood there with a smirk on his face, hands clasped behind his back.

“It’s medicine my lord, to try aid the rapid destruction of my eye sight in my right eye, sent over by a good friend of mine.”

“How strange, I’ve never heard such thing.”

“We are not sure if it’ll work to be honest, back home we rely on traditional medicines you see, passed down from generation to generation. Though we have never needed to try such a thing as thing.”

“I see, well I hope it works for you.”

He handed the bottle over and you smiled, slipping it into your pocket.

“Thank you my lord.”

With that, you walked away, smirking a little at Thomas who’s smirk had fallen.

Making your way upstairs, you put it back where it belonged and a moment later your door opened and closed.

“Brave of you to lie to his lordship.” Thomas said.

“There was no lie Thomas, it is for medical use.”

“Then why hide it away.”

“Because it is not for medical use for the likes of you.”

Standing up, you looked at Thomas, tilting your head up a little bit.

“I warned you not to make an enemy of me Thomas barrow.” You said lowly.

“And what will you do about it?” He smirked.

Storming over, you grabbed his liveries and slammed him into the wall, glaring at him harshly.

Thomas saw dark intent in your eyes, something he had never seen in anyone’s eyes before, not even in the trenches during the war.

This was different.

Enough to make a shiver go down his spine, and his smirk slowly fell from his face as your eyes bore into his.

Your eyes were dangerous.

The usual steel, cold, emotionless (E/C) orbs now stormy, dark, almost murderous.

“You do not want to be on the wrong side of me…” you whispered.

Thomas swallowed nervously, and said nothing.

You leant next to his ear.

“Believe me now Thomas barrow… it never ended well for those on the wrong side of me.. never…”

“What did you do…?” He whispered back.

You pulled away, and the ghost of a smirk flickered on your face.

“Let’s just say, the lunatic asylum is not a nice place but makes a safe shelter….”

You let him go, and Thomas smoothed a hand down his clothes, and fixed his hair.

“How intriguing a person you really are.” He said.

“What’s makes you say that?”

“You have secrets, dark secrets. And I am going to find them out.”

“I wish you luck, you won’t find out a single thing. There’s things that hide in plain sight, and others that hide in the darkest depths of the underworld, or hell, as you call it.”

“And you just gave me my first clue.”

“What? That I am half Greek? I though that was common knowledge.”

Thomas frowned a little and you smirked even more.

“You have nothing on me and you know it.”

“I believe I may have something on you.” He said.

“Oh, care to share?”

“No.”

Thomas smirked at you and walked away and you rolled your eyes, making sure everything was hidden you went downstairs.

“You’re awake early.” Anna said.

“That’s because I haven’t slept.”

“Oh dear please go sleep.” Mrs Hughes sighed.

You waved your hand and sat down at the table, lighting a cigarette.

“It’s fine, I’ll sleep tomorrow after my shift. Is there any post Alfred?”

“Oh yes, this letter arrived for you.”

He held it out to you and you took it, opening it you carefully read the words.

“What kind of writing is that, goodness gracious that looks like some sort of code.” Mr Carson asked.

You stood up and sat back down when he did, and you looked up from your letter.

“Maybe Mr (L/N) is a spy.” Thomas mused.

“Maybe I ought to knock your head against the table a few times Mr Barrow. I’m not a spy, it’s Ancient Greek. We learn to write it within our first year at home.”

Everything nodded and you turned back to reading your letter.

‘I’m sure you are aware of the troubles going on at the moment, but we would still appreciate it if you could come and discuss everything with us. We have reason to believe this is bigger than anyone thinks, though the oracle has yet to let us know. If you do please come back as soon as you can, even if only for an hour, I should like to see you again (Y/N).’

You set the letter down and took a sip of your tea and you turned to Mr Carson.

“Is Henry asleep?”

“I believe so sir, yes.”

Nodding, you stood up and left the table, making your way upstairs you knocked on the door and walked in.

“Henry I hate to disturb you but I need to speak with you.”

He sat up and rubbed his head.

“Of course sir.”

“I need to leave at once, I should be back for tonight but if not I need you to take charge, I will alert his lordship.”

“Yes sir, but is everything alright?”

“Just some things to sort is all, go back to sleep.”

Leaving, you closed the door and then made your way upstairs to find Lord Grantham, and you found him in the tea room.

“My lord, May I have a word?” You asked.

He set his paper down.

“Of course (L/N), what is it?”

“I need to leave for a few hours, for family reason, I should be back tonight but if not Henry said he would take charge.”

“Yes of course you can go, is everything alright?”

“I believe so my lord, I’d should just like to check.”

“Of course, go head.” He smiled.

“Thank you my lord.”

You left and quickly made your way back down the stairs, taking a shortcut through the shadows you emerged from your office and walked back into the servants hall.

“Mr Carson, Im going away, Henry will be in charge until my return.”

“Very well, thank you for telling me.”

You nodded your head and picked up your letter from the table and pocketed it, and made your way back to your room.

You changed into a normal suit, and put the gold coin from under your floorboard in to your pocket and you left, making your way out of the door.

You began down the path, and when you were sure it was safe you jogged into the woods and jumped through the shadows, breaking through the trees.

“I was beginning to wonder if you were going to come.”

You smiled and walked over, and the centaur reached down to hug you back.

“I only just received your letter Chiron, honestly you must send Hermes I’ll get them much sooner.”

“I’ll remember that, come we must speak immediately.”

He led you through the camp, past the cabins and people stopped to watch you walk by.

You were taken up the the big house and into a room, and you sat down on a chair.

“Just us?”

“Afraid so, it was a rather rushed choice I made to bring you here.”

You nodded your head and Chiron sighed, showing you the map of the world in front of you.

Standing up, you looked at it with a frown.

“More and more monster are appearing, we have managed them the best we can, but nobody knows what’s going on.”

You sighed.

“My father came to me and explained to me what was going on. They’re leaking out of the underworld somehow, so not only do we have the monsters already here to deal with, but even if we kill them they won’t stay dead for long.”

“Does he know why?”

“No, he’s looking into it, we aren’t quite sure what they are looking for.”

Chiron looked at you, and he pointed to a spot on the map.

“They’re looking for something in this area.”

“Europe?”

“We’re not sure what, but whatever it is, it’s there.”

You nodded your head and stepped away from the table, pacing back and forth.

“What will we do?”

“I fear there is only choice (Y/N), and you know exactly what that is.”

“Chiron we can’t.”

He sighed and gestured for you to following him, so you did, and he took you to the training ground to watch clueless younger members training.

“They are not ready for what is to come.”

“I know Chiron, but they are still children.”

“You were once a child too.” He said.

“I was never a child and you know this.”

“No, you were. A young happy boy, with all the love in the world.”

You glanced at Chiron.

“The world has changed me Chiron, I do not wish the same fate for them as well. Let them be happy for as long as they can, raise their training, turn it into games if you must but keep them as far away from this as you possibly can.”

“Do you think it’s best if they don’t know?” He asked.

“No…”

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“I don’t know, just give me a few days to think this over, I’ll come back and tell you what I’ve thought of.”

“I’ll do the same, we’ll compare ideas and see what we can do. Must you leave?”

You looked at your pocket watch.

“Yes, it’s already day and I must somehow sneak back in. Thank you.”

Chiron nodded and with one more hug, you ran back into the dark forest, and you appeared in your room and you rushed downstairs.

“Mr (L/N)? You’re back?” Jimmy asked.

“Yes, i went straight up. Henry, I’m glad you’re still awake. Please run charge again tonight and then you can have the next two nights off.”

“Yes sir, is everything alright?”

“Yes, yes. I just need to catch up on some things, please no one disturb me until tomorrow evening.”

With that you left and when you were in your room again you changed into your sleep clothes.

Sitting at the desk in your room, you took a pen and you tapped the table with your finger.

You tried to wrack your brain for anything but nothing would come to you, so you set the pen down again and got into bed.

You were exhausted, and running on little sleep you couldn’t think much.

So you tried to catch up on the sleep you had missed.

Except the usual dreamless sleeps were plagued with nightmares you couldn’t seem to wake up from.

Thomas had waited until the end of the evening, and when everyone else was in their rooms, and checked the hallway and crept over to yours, quietly opening and closing the door.

He walked over to you and looked at you, and he reached out.

Except before he could any closer, you shot up taking a deep breath, eyes wide as you grabbed his wrist.

“Someone had an intense dream.” He said.

You breathed out deeply, and turned your head in his direction.

You opened your mouth but you couldn’t speak.

Thomas reached up with his other hand and placed it on the side of your face, and he ducked down, carefully pressing his lips to yours.

He pulled away and looked at you, and you stood up.

Thomas looked at you, and you looked back at him.

Reaching up, you grabbed his sleep shirt and pulled him forward, crashing your lips on to his and Thomas tangled his hands into your hair.

You pulled away breathless and looked at him.

“Never speak of this.” You warned.

“I wouldn’t dare.” He whispered.

Thomas leant forward and you placed a finger on his forehead, pushing him back.

“What..?”

You placed a finger on your lips and listened carefully.

Walking over to the door, you stood there for a moment before gesturing for him to come over and he did.

“Go someone’s coming up.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Thomas!” You hissed.

You opened your door and peaked your head out, and you leant back in.

You leant forward and brushed your lips against his and pulled away.

“Don’t be getting the wrong idea… we’re still not friends…”

“We don’t have to be friends.” He smirked.

With that he rushed back to his own door and you closed yours, just as you did the landing door was opened.

“Mr Barrow?” Markus asked.

“Thought I heard something, must have been you coming up.”

With that he closed his door and sat on his bed confused as ever but he grinned a little to himself as he picked up his book feel proud of himself

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notaperson400 · 8 months

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Thomas Barrow x Male!reader - love to hate you, hate to love you

Part two:

You finished your training around an hour later, and you held your hand out to Markus.

“You did well, we’ll train you up in no time.”

“Will I ever be as good as you sir?”

You held out his jacket and then pulled your own back on, putting your sword back on your hip.

“Perhaps one day, but I’ve been doing this a long time Markus, you have a lot to learn before you catch up. Your hand on hand combat however, now that is skill.”

“Thank you sir.” He smiled.

You gestured for him to go ahead, and you clasped your hands behind your back as you looked at Lord Grantham.

“You were holding back.”

“I don’t want to scare him my lord.”

“I see, well, Lady Cora was perhaps wondering if you and a few of the guards could put on a demonstration tomorrow night for some of our guest.”

“Very good my lord.”

“Thank you (L/N), sleep well.”

“Thank you my lord.”

Making your way upstairs, you closed your door and hung your uniform back up, pulling on your sleep clothes, you crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.

It was a dreamless sleep, like every other night, but what woke you up was the creaking of your bedroom door opening and closing.

Keeping your eyes closed, you slowly reached under your pillows and gripped the hilt of the knife you kept there.

Listening carefully, you acted fast, grabbing whoever it was, you slammed them into the floor and sat on their chest, holding the blade to their neck.

“You surely must have a death wish.” You said.

“Simply returning your shirt from Anna.” Thomas said.

“Then why were you sneaking up on me?”

“Simply just testing your reflexes.”

You slammed him into the ground, and leant down, your hair falling into your eyes.

“Do not play a game you cannot finish Thomas.” You whispered lowly.

“Who said I cannot finish it?” He smirked.

Thomas went to swing for you, and you grabbed his arm, slamming it into the floor and he held back a noise of pain.

“I am warning you right now, if you know what’s good for you, stop before you end up with a broken bone or two..”

Thomas smirked, and he tapped the floor and you stood up, tossing the knife on to the bed.

“Rather dangerous sleeping with a knife, might cut yourself.”

“Get out of my room.”

Thomas gave you a once over, and you gestured to the door.

“Alright, I’m going. No need to be so testy.”

“If you ever come in here again, I will make sure you’re never suitable to work again.”

Thomas smirked a little more.

“You would never dare do such a thing.”

“Believe what you want, but I know I would.”

You slammed the door on his face, put your knife back and went back to sleep.

The knock on your door woke you up and you sat up.

“Time to wake up Mr (L/N).” Alfred said.

“I’m awake.”

He left and closed the door, and you quickly changed, putting your sword on your hip, you made your way down the stairs and into the empty servants hall.

“Ah Mr (L/N), this came for you this morning.”

Mr Carson help out an envelope and you took it, reading it writing of your name with a frown.

“Anyone interesting? Secret admirer?” Jimmy smirked.

You looked at him as you opened it.

“It has nothing to do with you.” You snapped.

Leaning against the wall, you read through the letter, ignoring the servants as they walked in for their supper.

‘(Y/N),

I wrote this letter to ask you to do a favour for me, a quest if you will. It’s only a short one, but it would be much appreciated. I hope as your I am your father you’ll consider it.’

You scrunched the letter and tossed it into the lit a match, setting it on fire you placed it on an ashtray and watched it burn.

“Wow, you must really hate them.” A house maid giggled.

You looked at her and she immediately stopped and turned away.

“Any importance?” Mr Carson asked.

“Nothing.”

You grabbed the matches and walked away to the back door to smoke.

Standing a few feet in front of you was the very man who had left you the letter.

“I knew you would burn it.”

“Then why bother writing it?” You asked.

You stepped out, closing the door behind you, you led him away from the building and you offered him a cigarette which he took.

“These can’t be good for you.” He said.

“I could say the same to you father, but we both know they have no effect on us.”

He chuckled a little bit, nodding his head as he looked around.

“So, I assume you are not going to consider my request?”

“I have no interest in being an errand boy to you or any others.”

There was a crackle of thunder.

“I don’t think he approves of that.” Your father whispered.

“I could care less to be honest with you. I wish to have nothing to do with to any of you or whatever is going on.”

“You cannot hide from this forever (Y/N).” He warned.

“I seem to be doing alright thus far.”

“Until they decide you make an easy target, or something big happens. Then what? You will have no one to protect you!”

“I do not need anyone to protect me!” You hissed.

You heard the door open and you looked at it, ignore the under butler who had come out and turned back to your father.

“I never asked to be your errand boy, and my life would be a lot more simple if you hadn’t decided to impregnate my mother.” You said lowly.

“I loved your mother.”

You balled your hands into fists.

“You left my mother to die at the hands of a monster.”

“She is happy and she’s safe now. You are not, running around out here playing happy servant.”

“I want a quiet life and this is that.”

Your father sighed, raising his hands a little bit.

“Fine, fine, I will get some other to do it. But I’m warning you now, you cannot be safe like this forever.”

“Never come back here.”

He walked away and you watched him leave before signing to yourself, lighting another cigarette you walked back over to the door.

“I thought you didn’t have friends.” Thomas said.

“He is no friend of mine.”

“I can tell.”

You glanced at Thomas and looked away.

“So, who was it?”

“None of your concern.”

Thomas shrugged a little and you flicked your cigarette and walked away back inside to sit at the table.

“Mr (L/N)?” Daisy asked.

“Is everything alright?”

Daisy wondered over and she sat next to you.

“I wanted to go to a shop in rip, but Mrs Hughes and Mrs Patmore won’t let me go without a chaperone. Will you perhaps come with me..?”

“When?”

“Friday… I understand not because you sleep during the day.”

“I happen to have Friday off, so it needn’t matter if I sleep or not. I will come with you.”

“Oh yes thank you so much!”

Daisy beamed and ran away and you picked up your orders for the night, flicking through them.

There was no difference, so you simply set them aside.

“We have been requested to show up at an event tomorrow his lordship is having and demonstrate our skills. Henry, Tom, you two will be on swords, Markus and Peter, you two are hand to hand. The rest of you will stand on point until you are dismissed.” You said.

“Yes sir!” They all said.

You nodded, did your routine of offering some food in the fire and you sat down to eat your breakfast.

“Ah, Mr (L/N), Mr Barrow will be up a little later than usual attending to some things down here, I hope that’s no bother?” Mr Carson asked.

“Not at all, I am on guard down here tonight so I will watch him Mr Carson.”

“Thank you, have a good night.”

“You as well.”

He left and you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose.

“One of us can swap with you sir.” Henry said.

You shook your head, waving your hand in dismissal at the idea.

“No, he will only try work you up as well. Carry out the assignments I have given you, if need be I’ll find a way to explain to his lordship why I ran his under butler through with a sword.”

Everyone laughed and carried on eating their breakfast.

You ushered them all away to patrol, and you sat going through the reports you men had written over the past week.

“No rest for the wicked then?” Thomas asked.

“Reports are written to be read through Thomas, that much must be obvious I do not have my men write them for fun.”

“You never know, maybe you want to copy their handwriting.”

You glanced up to watch him sit at the table, lighting a cigarette and you went back to your reading, grabbing your pen, you circled a few things.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m making a note of anything that needs further information or checking on.”

Thomas nodded his head, and you looked at him.

“Since you are the under butler, I suppose you may have a reason as to why that footman was sneaking in drunk out of his head?”

“Which one?”

“James of course, obviously not Alfred.”

Thomas shrugged a little.

“Not sure, he asked for the night off, that’s all I can say to you.”

You hummed, writing it down in your own slip of paper, and moved to the next report, slowly going through them.

Once you had, you went to your next slip of paper.

Thomas had wondered away, but you felt him behind you, and you said nothing.

“Why do you have them write the conditions of their uniform and weapons seems rather pointless if you ask me.”

“Because it’s important they are always in top shape, if a sword has even the smallest of crack it can shatter.”

“Surely metal would be stronger than that.”

“A lot can shatter a sword Thomas.”

“And you’re the expert I take it?”

You stood up, taking your sword off you set it on the table.

“Go ahead if you’re so clever, tell me about this sword.”

Thomas picked it up and looked it up, and the. He unsheathed it, setting the scabbard in the table he examined the sword.

Once he was done, he sheathed it again, setting it on table.

“Nothing.”

“And that is the difference between the trained eye and the untrained eye.”

You picked up your sword and showed him the scabbard.

“The scabbed is scratched, and worn.”

You unsheathed it and showed him the blade of your sword, holding it up against the light.

“On the edge of the blade is a small crack, no finer than a single hair.”

“Then by your standards it’s useless.”

“You are correct it is.”

Setting it aside, you pulled up another sword.

“This is a new one, perfect condition.”

“So you will just toss this one away.”

“Of course not, I will repair it tomorrow.”

Thomas looked at you and you set the old sword aside, putting the new one on your hip.

“And that is the difference between us, I am trained in this line of business, you are not. Nor will you ever be.”

“Is that so?” Thomas asked.

“I would never trust you to be one of my guardsmen, nor would I ever trust you to wield a sword in the proper manor.”

“Perhaps you could teach me?” He asked.

“Absolutely not.”

Taking the old sword, you took the papers and walked through to your office, setting the sword in a locked cabinet.

Sitting down, you sorted through all your papers, setting them to one side.

“I know you are stood in the corner, what do you want now?”

“To ask if you would reconsider my request.”

“No, now leave me.”

“Do you really think that highly of yourself you are too good to refuse a request from your own father?” He hissed.

You stood up.

“The moment I left that place you lost all control you and of me, you are in no place to order me around anymore.” You snarled.

He clenched his jaw a little bit.

“Remember who is the more powerful of the two of us.” He warned.

“Do you really want to go down that road again father, if I remember correctly between you at full power and myself at half I would still bring you to your knees.”

“You strangely enough have too much power, you know that right?” He asked.

“I am your son after all, any power I have you gave.”

“Yes I really should have thought twice about that really, but fine. I learned my lesson the last time I tried to best you, I shall not make the same mistake twice. But tell me something, with all honestly.”

You nodded your head and he looked at you.

“Are you really happy here?”

“I am father, truly. All I ever wanted was a quiet life away from everything.”

He nodded his head and gave you a small smile.

“Very well then my son, but please, heed my warning, I would not be giving it without reason.”

“I’m aware father, but I am prepared for whatever may come.”

He nodded his head and stepped back, melting into the shadows and you sat back down.

The following day you didn’t sleep, you were too busy making sure everyone’s uniforms were pressed and ready, presentable.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep at this time?” Jimmy asked.

“I gave things to attend to.” You said.

Sitting down at the on the chair, you grabbed the scabbard of a sword and set it on your lap, grabbing a cloth.

“Surely one of us can do that for you Mr (L/N).” Mr Bates said.

“That needn’t be necessary Mr Bates, thank you though. Things for an occasion like this must be done in a certain way, it is a delicate process.”

“And I suppose you’d know about that, you do like more of a house maid.” Thomas said.

“Are we forgetting who is holding the sword Thomas?”

“Not at all, I just know you would never do anything in front of all these people.”

You flicked your gaze towards him to find him smirking in his chair as he looked over.

“Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t, I have no quarrel in putting an end to everyone’s misery.”

“Oh please do.” Mrs Hughes said.

There was a few snickers across the table and you went back to what you were doing.

“Alfred.”

The footman quickly stood up.

“Yes Mr (L/N)?”

“Go to my office and review my the polish on my desk, the top left hand corner.”

“Yes Mr (L/N).”

He rushed away and came back a moment later handing it to you and you looked at it, twirling it between your fingers.

“Alfred, does this look like polish?”

“It was where you said it was Mr (L/N).”

Your eyes bore into him and he gulped a little bit.

“This is a pocket watch you absolute fool, my gods I wonder how Mr Carson gets anything done with such incompetence. I will get it myself in a few moments.”

“Go on, I’ll give it a go.” Jimmy said.

He went into your office and came back with something else.

“I see you are just as foolish as you look. This is an ashtray.”

You opened it to show in the cigarette ends in it and you closed it, setting it on the chair.

“Alright, my turn.” Thomas smirked.

He took the two items from the chair and he went to your office, coming back not even a minute later and he handed you a tin.

Holding it up, you looked up.

“This, you useless fools, is polish.”

Setting it down, you went back to your task at hand.

Thomas leant on the back of the chair, taking one of your cigarettes he lit it and held it out, and you took it, then he lit another.

“Does this make us friends then?” He asked.

“Not even if your wildest dreams.”

“Oh that hurts.”

“Good.”

You picked up the polish and opened it to finish cleaning the sword before moving on to the next one

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② are we dancing after death?

🔱 — i'd meet the sea ༄ ⠀finnick odair x gn!tribute!reader ⚔️ 🔖) [one] CHAPTER TWO [three] [four] [five] [six] [seven] [eight]

chapter synopsis; The Quarter Quell nears. warnings; blood & veins mentioned once or twice, implied/mentioned prostitution (doesn't happen to reader), reader imagines strangling someone, like one swear word A/N; paragraphs in italics are flashbacks, i got a bit excited about mentioning other canonical district 10 victors (plus an oc who may or may not show up later 👀), i'm also not too sure how mentors are chosen for the games each year? also i just want to say thank you so much for the support on the first chapter, it makes me so happy to know people are enjoying this series as much as i am!!

It's warm, as it always is in District 10. It may be winter and the temperature is noticeably colder, but you still find that walking around outside with a warm coat on does more discomfort for you than if you were to walk around in the vaguely-cold weather without it.

It's been almost seven years since you'd entered the arena and emerged from the other side a victor. Since then your life in 10 has been undeniably empty, a lonely existence that seems to only serve as a reminder that tiptoes dangerously on the border of a punishment.

You've even found yourself looking forward to the games, if only for the possibility of being chosen as a mentor that year and being able to see.. a certain someone.

You'd met Finnick a couple years ago, when some very enthusiastic 'fans' of yours had practically begged some rich public figure in the Capitol to invite you to a party they were holding. They'd said it was an invite you were free to decline (Though it would 'break their hearts' if you did), but when a group of peacekeepers showed up at your doorstep the morning you were expected to take a train to the Capitol, it was made very apparent you had no choice but to play along with the rich snobs who had demanded your attendance.

You couldn't bring yourself to care too much, very well aware that you were not special in any regard in this situation, victors don't get a day of rest if even one Capitol citizen decides they want you around. You supposed you could even go as far as to say you were lucky, considering they didn't ask for anything other than your attendance.

The Capitol is suffocating, though that should be no surprise. The lights are bright and music beats out of speakers like thick blood pumping through heavy veins.

Your surroundings pound against your walls, a heavy throbbing in your head as you try to seclude yourself to a corner of the giant roof-top party. Your outfit — a 'gift' from a particularly enthusiastic designer — is as ugly as it gets, a green shade that resembles animal faeces more than the it does the tree leaves in 7 that the designer was undoubtedly trying to replicate. It sticks like honey, clinging to every inch of your skin that it covers, almost like a portable prison cell as you try and fail to even lift your arm above your waist.

You calm your frustration by imagining a scenario in which you can rip this fabric prison right off your body and strangle the woman who practically forced you into it.

You'd never do it, but — as some bright red drink that you haven't taken a single sip of sits in your hand heavy like a a threat begging to be heeded, and the world around you is completely out of control full of people who view you as less of a human and more of an accessory, — it doesn't hurt to daydream a little.

You're aware of your resting facial expressions usually resembling that of someone planning a murder — which to be fair is rather accurate right now — so as you notice a shadow in the vague form of a person approaching you, you prepare yourself for the same overused ice-breakers that tipsy Capitol citizens seem to love so much.

What catches you off guard, is the when the figure simply rests against the same wall you're leaning on beside you, not yet saying a word. You blink quickly, trying to clear the fog in your eyes to see who stands beside you.

You think that maybe this stranger finds the silence comforting, maybe they're just trying to get away from the loudness and crowdedness of the party like you. But for you, the silence is anything but comforting, the fact this person has not said a word to explain why they're now standing with you, and you can't even make out who they are in the dim lighting and fog that's building up behind your eyes all night, only scares you.

It's a whisper straight into the wind — when the stranger finally talks — almost like a test to see if you care enough to listen. You do.

He says your first and last name quietly, not like a greeting but rather just a statement void of any goal.

And then he introduces himself, Finnick Odair. You can tell he's known since the moment his eyes landed on you that you're not a Capitol citizen, he says he doesn't make a point to remember the names of every victor that gets tossed aside and forgotten by the Capitol, but he recognises you.

You recognise him too, by name. He had been someone your mother had compared you to late one night, a boy who had won the games so young, just like you were meant to.

But now he wasn't a young boy you'd resented for less than a moment after being basically told he was everything you weren't. In fact, he was better company than anyone you'd met in your whole life.

You carefully make your way through District 10, the wide fields and twisting footpaths granting you a world where for a moment you can pretend you're the only one here, that beyond blades of grass and unstable barns sits only empty land and freedom.

And then your feet hit the pavement of the Victor's village, your silent bubble immediately broken as the sounds of life and activity echo through the rows of houses.

You can hear the sounds of footsteps hitting the ground, and slight conversation mixes with the wind as you watch your neighbours living their lives around you.

The house closest to your left is dusty and not well-kept — as it always has been — the only sign of life being the open curtains, which slightly reveal an old woman by the name of Tule standing with her hands leaning against a kitchen bench, and a slightly taller old man — Greir — sitting on a stiff armchair in front of a television, both undoubtedly preparing for what everyone else is.

To your right, is the Yule household. The houses in the Victor's Village are big, spacious in a way that makes you feel lonely, but in a way that has served yet another victor; Phox — and her family — very well. You can hear through the slightly opened windows that most of them must be gathered in the living room too.

Neighbouring Phox's home, is Karter Breer's, District 10's most recent victor. They won 3 years ago, a year which you couldn't remember anything about other than who won. You know very little about Karter — you've slowly learnt little things here and there about your other fellow victors purely from living near them for so long, and Karter's only lived here for a shorter time than you — but you expect that once their extents of self-isolation lessen and they leave the house more, you'll know just as much about them as you do about every member of Phox's family.

As you keep walking — your shoes hitting the uneven concrete rather ungracefully — you pass an empty house or two, Tule's home, and even the home of Alto; possibly the only other inhabitant of this row of houses who can compete against Karter for loneliest Victor.

You pass more houses — at least four — until you reach yours. It sits right in the corner of the tall fences that surrounds the community here, purposefully as far away from the entrance gate and all your neighbours' houses.

You unlock the front door and try not to wince as it creaks loudly. The inside of your house is undeniably yours. As much as you isolate yourself, you're still human, and you've still slowly made this place your own... and possibly in the process made it Finnick's too.

One of the details that makes it very clear that this house — while you may still be the only one who lives in it — is not yours alone, is the ribbons.

They're tied to chair legs and door handles, each one taking you back to all the moments in which Finnick had tied the different colours around your hair, or wrapped around your wrist like a homemade bracelet, or even daintily tied around your finger when you weren't looking.

They admittedly look a bit tacky, they make your house look almost unkempt to anyone else. But to you, they make this hollow shell of a building more of a home, or at least a reminder of a home you do have, even if it may not be right here.

"Someone is staring."

You don't want to say it any more than he wants to hear it, but the Capitol woman that can't be any more than a few years older than you and Finnick hasn't stopped watching the two of you since she's noticed you.

The ghost of his hand moves away from yours just slightly, an inaudible sigh leaving his lips.

"I should leave..” He whispers to you, making no move to actually walk away.

He’s right, there’s people everywhere, you may not be the only Victors in attendance — although you’re definitely the only ones who look like one of you is about to get down on their knees and ask for the other’s hand in marriage — but that doesn’t mean there's no eyes on you.

You’ve known this all night — known that you’re constantly under surveillance here — but you and Finnick haven’t seen each other in months, haven't been able to speak let alone hold one another. You can’t decide whether you regret risking it all like this or not, him just being close to you feeling like a good enough reason to risk it all.

You don’t answer him, you don't usually do, in a world where you could say so much but have so little time to do so, it grows overwhelming. So your solution is simply say nothing.

Finnick knows this, and loves you for it — not despite — but he also knows that though while you may not say it, you want him to stay with you in this moment where you'll pretend that all is well, even though you both know you shouldn't.

There is a whisper, one purposefully intended to only be audible to you.

"See you later."

Simple. To the point. No room for argument. But you can see, for the fraction of a moment that Finnick's eyes stay on yours and he smiles ever so slightly, there is something more left unsaid.

There's an 'i love you' within that phrase which holds such certainty that you can't help but believe he means it. There's a 'stay safe' almost as a light joke but also meant with full seriousness. And then, for only split second now lost to time, there's a flicker of a sorrowful reality, of something that tells you you both know that later could very well be years.

Later could be later tonight, it could be a moment where you run into each other leaving the party, where you get a chance to pretend no one needs to say goodbye again. Later could be within months, where you could both be chosen as mentors for your districts. Later could be within weeks, one of you could just drop dead at any moment, the other would have to beg and plead to even be allowed into the district where the funeral would be held.

Yet for a moment, it's like Finnick has walked back over to hold your hands in his again, as you mindlessly fidget and simply stare at nothing, your movements freeze when you feel something new around your skin.

And there, wrapped around your pointer finger, is a small yellow ribbon tied in a bow, no doubt the same ribbon that was wrapped around the glass Finnick had been holding not long before.

You may be reading into it too much — as you fiddle with the ribbon, refusing to untie it — but it feels like a promise. That while yes, later will come one way or another no matter how much you try to stop it, but maybe — for now — there is comfort in that.

You can't help but be excited for whatever parties that will be thrown in the coming days, if just to see him as soon as possible.

Your thoughts are only of the possibility of seeing Finnick soon as you walk through the echoing halls of your house, pulling your jacket off tiredly and laying it on the first flat surface you see, then moving to pull your slowly-falling-apart shoes off from your sore feet.

The mundanity of the ritual brings a sort of comfort, your house and dull clothes an unchanging factor in your life (No matter how much several parts of your outfits have been slowly unravelling from unkind weather and getting caught on fences).

For a moment you just stand in the foyer, not too far from the front door. Thoughts don't really cross through your mind as you stand there dully, your gaze simply zoning out where you stand.

A buzz and sudden music coming from your living room pushes you out of this state, your steps calm and un-rushed as you move through your house to eventually find your television showing you the beginnings of a Capitol broadcast.

You sit down on the couch in front of it, slightly leaning forward as to not miss what will soon be said.

Quarter Quells are scary, they're unpredictable, but something deep inside you says it will all be okay, because soon you will see Finnick again at whatever trashy party you're both invited to, and you won't have to give less of a shit about the games.

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