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Thomas barrow x deaf!reader - we’re both different

Hey, is it possible to request a Thomas Barrow x deaf!reader where the reader is also a servant and Thomas is the only one who bothered to get to know her and communicate with her? Thank you. - Anon💜

A/N: italics will be sign language

Sitting at the table, you looked at the book in front of you as you ignored the dinner in front of you, completely unaware of everything else going on around you.

“Put down your book and finish eating before it’s too late.” Mrs Patmore said.

Thomas glanced up from his own plate, and he watched as everybody looked at you.

Your book was taken from you and you looked around confused, brows furrowed and Daisy pointed to your plate.

You looked at Thomas.

Why did she take my book?

He gestured to your plate and you nodded, picking up your knife and fork.

“Give me the book Daisy.”

“Of course.”

She beamed brightly as she brought it over and he snatched it back from her, just like she had done to you.

You hadn’t done anything to deserve the way they treated you, and now they were teaching Daisy and any other new servant that joins to do the same thing to you.

Thomas didn’t agree with it, just because you were different to them.

He was different to them.

You ate your dinner, watching as your plate was taken away from you and he watched as everybody else left.

Walking over, he sat next to you, handing you your hook back and you grinned brightly at him in thanks as you opened it again.

After a few minutes you felt a tap on your arm, and you turned around to face him.

Put the book down for a moment.

You nodded your head, turning your attention fully to him.

Do you understand why they do what they are doing to you?

Because I’m different. I know.

He sighed, nodding his head.

It’s okay, I’m used to it. Everybody always treats me different.

He leant back in his chair, lighting a cigarette.

Does it bother you?

You shook your head, smiling softly at him.

No. I have you. That’s enough friends for me.

We are not friends.

We are the best of friends.

Thomas rolled his eyes as you, and turned around so he couldn’t see you signing anymore and you smacked his shoulder.

He carried on ignoring you and you walked around him only for him to turn around once more.

Reaching to the table you too his tin and shook it so he knew that you had it.

He spun around and you put it up your sleeve was he wasn’t able to grab it back from you.

Don’t turn your back on me that’s not nice.

He held out his hand, waiting for you to return the tin to him.

No you don’t deserve to smoke. Smoking is bad anyway.

He picked up your book, tucking it into his liveries.

Come in!

He rose a brow in question, and you rolled your eyes, repeating the words a little slower this time.

Sometimes you forgot that Thomas was still just learning how to sign, he knew a bit when you arrived, and over time he picked up more from you.

Give me the tin and I will give you the book.

You huffed, crossing your arms.

Really? You are going to ignore me?

You turned to the side so you could still see him out the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t have to look at what he was saying.

Thomas scoffed a little, shaking his head as he picked up his news paper.

You weren’t exactly quiet when you moved, so when you tried creeping up on him he knew straight away.

You tried to grab the paper and he held it to the side, when you went that way to get it he stood up and held it up in the air so you couldn’t reach it despite how much you jumped for it.

Thomas smirked a little, looking at you as you huffed again and stopped, looking at him.

He held out his hand and you reached into your sleeve, holding out the tin and he set the paper down, taking it.

He took out a cigarette and walked away while you followed him.

When he was outside you hit his arm.

He smirked a little, pretending that he couldn’t see you.

You sat down next to him, knocking your shoulder into his a few times until he did the same thing, making you rub your shoulder where you collided with him.

Thomas tapped the back of your hand and you looked at him.

“You’re so childish.” He said slowly.

You are mean.

He reached into his pocket, handing you your book back.

“I know.”

You grinned brightly and took it.

Thomas rolled his eyes as he watched you run back inside to go carry on reading.

You weren’t a bad person, and he knew that, but in a way he was glad the others couldn’t use sign language like he could.

He could talk to you about things nobody else needed to hear about, and you always kept them to yourself.

You knew about him, who he was and why he was different and you were just happy to have a friend, you couldn’t care less that everybody else would find him revolting.

He knew what it was like to be persecuted for being different, and maybe that’s why he was so protective over you without realising it.

You were young, and it wasn’t your fault you were deaf, it just happened, and you needed somebody to watch over you and that’s what he would do

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[downtonabbeysferalhousewife]

Thomas Barrow deserves to be an Elder Gay in San Francisco in 2024. He would love to bitch about all of us young queers with our oat milks and our incomprehensible clothing choices. Pride has become a little too loud for him, but he would see the pictures every year and get a little misty eyed anyway.

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[notyour-valentine]

Welcome to Downton, Mr Shelby 2 ~ Tommy Shelby x Crawley!OC (Series)

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Chapter Summary: The weekend continues and Tommy asks Charlotte to dance

Notes:  Thank you so much for the great reception and kind words! Sorry if this feels a little crammed, I REALLY wanted to get to the next part because it is my absolute favourite thing I've written for these two so far hehe. I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

Warning: Canon conforming tone. (18/21+). Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Expect spoilers for Peaky Blinders and Downton Abbey Season 1-2

Wordcount: 5994

Part 2

Previously

Just how the dinner got to this point was beyond him, but apparently they had ended up with the debate of how difficult it was to find good servants these days - the greatest tragedy mankind had to face, at least according to these people. 

"I'm just getting tired of it,", one confessed, "at this point we are so desperate we would take nearly anyone who came knocking."

That caused some amused chuckles. 

"But then again, you never know what you are taking on, even with good references and records. You let these people into your homes, trust them but you can never be sure. Isn't that right Lady Mary?", One of the Mallister girls asked pointedly. 

Everyone fell silent at once, as all other conversation subsided. Even the clattering of fine silver cutlery on expensive porcelain plates stopped completely.

One could have heard a pin drop.

"Goodness,", Lady Mary Crawley said, one of her eyebrows raised as she lowered her knife, "I’m not entirely sure I know what you are insinuating."

Her gaze was so cold and heartless that it made little Mallister girl crumble in her seat, melting under the icy gaze of the other woman.

Tommy could understand why May had warned him about her beforehand. 

It couldn’t be more obvious why one should stay clear of Lady Mary Crawley. The same couldn’t be said of everyone, but he doubted they were different in sentiment, only better at hiding their spite and snobbery than she was. 

Or maybe she just didn’t care to try. People like her rarely had to. 

But where her sister’s fury was icy cold, Charlotte’s burned, driving the blood to her cheeks and the fire to her eyes. 

For a few seconds there was pained silence, but then the only male Hastings spoke up, swirling his wine in his glass with a devilish look in his eyes. 

"It is well known the Crawleys' are exceptionally fond of their servants."

Everyone stared at him, some in shock, some in amusement but Tommy watched the Crawleys. They exchanged a quick look which made the elder drink and the younger glance down at her plate, one hand finding that spot on her chest and playing with the fabric. 

An order had been given, one Charlotte was quick to obey.  

In the end, one of the more older ladies, jumped in to diffuse the situation with almost surgical precision and the banality only their class could afford. 

"Speaking of exceptional -  I was wondering, is anyone planning to go and see the opening of the new exhibition next month? They say the works were a huge success in France."

“If we let the French be the judges of taste, what would it come to?”, a gruff old man remarked under a mustache that reminded Tommy more of Kaiser Bill than anything else. 

And of course there was little these people did better than meaningless conversation. 

"What was all that about?", He asked May, when they had all moved on to the large drawing room. 

She huffed, tilting her head from side to side as she held a whisky of her own in her hand, weighing her words before she chose to answer. 

“Do you remember what I told you about the third one? The one who came out with my sister?”

Tommy nodded - she had been described as a darling, and coming from the mouth of someone who painted her elder sister as nothing short of a witch, that had to mean something. 

“Well, she was there for Lady Charlotte’s coming out and for her ball and all that.”

Tommy tried not to let his reaction to the fact that apparently it was normal for them to have their own balls show on his face. 

“But as soon as she was properly out, Lady Sybil disappeared.”

May moved closer still and he leaned down slightly. 

“They say she ran off with the chauffeur.”

That made him choke on his whisky as he stared at her wide-eyed. 

“That’s the scandal?”

May nodded. 

“But it is just rumours, although it is suspicious that she’s not seen about anymore, so she must’ve run off somewhere. God, I hope it’s true.”

“Why?”, he wanted to know. It wasn't like May had any stake in it.

A devilish smirk appeared on her face. 

“A little scandal would suit Mary just fine.”, she sneered. “Remind her that she is not as high and mighty as she thinks she is.”

~

There was always chaos before the parties set out, so much so, he was surprised that no horse had bolted yet. 

Overworked and hectic grooms rushed to bring out the animals, while people fussed around about the group orders. Or at least most of them. 

It took half an eternity for the horses to be sorted to the people and the people to the groups and the groups to the guides. In that time, Tommy could have crossed half the estate already.

Since he took great care to get his own horse and saddle up, he was far removed from their irritating conversation and the pestering. 

When May had suggested some of the unmarried ladies would throw themselves at him, she had not lied. 

But they all wanted marriage, while he, well, him and May were in agreement over what they wanted. 

Seeing the sight unfold before his eyes, he bit back a scoff. 

Of course, it would be far too much to ask the high and mighty aristocrats to go and fetch their own horses, let alone saddle them. The most ridiculous thing of all, however, where these little stools which were rushed around to ease their way onto a horses back. 

A man who couldn’t get into his saddle should hardly consider himself a rider. And with the women and their side saddles- well that was a whole other story. 

From the saddle of his own horse, Tommy had an excellent view of the chaos, and once more he put the names and the identifiers to the people. 

Evelyn Napier from the Foreign Office. The Mallister girls who all had the same shaped brows and were very keen on prospective husbands, the Grimwades and their shipping company, Lord Hastings and Lord Newtonmore, and his sister Annabelle. Her husband was also in government, but at a minor role. 

They were chatting to the Crawleys and if he remembered what May had told him, they were somewhat related. But then again, these people all were. 

“Ah!”, he heard Charlotte say in a rather bright tone when a groom approached with her horse, reins in one hand and a stool in the other. 

She looked as ridiculous as the rest of them, in her riding dress and coat and that hat with the net in front. It was nothing short of dressing up, but for these people it was real life. 

Before she greeted her horse properly, she pulled off her white glove, tucking it away carelessly as she was clearly not shy to touch the animal. 

And he could see her smile, and not the one she smiled at dinner. 

Her smile there was soft and gentle, the epitome of humble grace and class. This was almost a grin, making her eyes shine as it rounded her cheeks. 

It was a sweet smile, but above that it was a real one. 

Nevertheless, she walked around the horse and, skirts in hand, climbed up on the stool.

The groom was ready to hoist her up, but when she held onto the saddle for stability, it slipped and came towards her, saddle cloth and all. 

Charlotte lost her balance as her feet slid from the stool and very nearly would have fallen if the groom hadn’t caught her under the arms, steadying her. 

Irritated, the horse moved away. 

“Pardon me, M’lady!”, the groom pleaded as he pulled her up again. “We must have forgotten to tighten the straps.”

The boy had grown as pale as winter mist and his voice trembled, but she only waved it off. 

“No need to fuss, I’m still under the living.”

That almost made Tommy smile. 

After she had reassured the quivering groom, she quickly turned her attention to the side of the saddle to inspect the leatherwork. 

She pulled off her gloves once again and stuffed them under her arm rather unceremoniously as she fixed the straps herself. 

It was only a fleeting movement, but Tommy saw how the palm of her hand slipped in between the front leg of the horse and the girth. 

All in all, it was a split of a second and if one didn’t know horses, didn’t truly know horses, one would have mistaken her confirmation for a soothing touch or a slip of hand. 

He wasn’t too fond of the idea of saddles, although he could see their necessity at times. But he hadn’t expected Lady Charlotte Crawley to know enough about horsemanship to be able to properly judge a saddle’s positioning. 

Yet despite her evident knowledge she still needed to be helped into the saddle like a child, even if she sat there confidently and without fear or doubt. 

Without paying it all much mind, her eyes focussed on the gloves she was slipping back on, Charlotte urged her horse out of the chaos, her riding crop tucked in under her arm. 

Tommy followed almost on his own accord. 

When he joined her, he hadn't come up from the side where her legs were and so he could see her back- straight as a ruler- and her excellent posture. 

Like a proper little lady. 

He couldn’t imagine an existence like that, always proper, always on parade, obeying more rules than any sensible person would ever care to remember.  

But then again, of all the people he had encountered here, apart from May, she was the only one who seemed halfway decent, at least in a way that didn’t involve business. 

She hadn’t snapped at the groom and she knew her way around horses, which was more than he could say for the most of them. 

"You left early after dinner.", he remarked, running his hand down the neck of his horse. 

Her sister had stayed and weathered the storm, but Charlotte had left after merely ten minutes, which she spent in a huddle with her elder sister. 

Perhaps the older had given the younger her marching orders. Given what he had already seen of them, it wouldn’t have surprised him. 

"I was very tired.", She said, looking straight ahead as she rode, with a voice as sweet as summer honey. "I apologise if it was an inconvenience."

Do these people ever speak normally?

"Nothing to do with you being upset?", he asked, curious what her reaction might be. 

Her head snapped around and for a split second she looked shocked, but then the mask was there again. 

"I wasn't upset.", She said with a smile that was even less believable than her words.. "Why would I be?”

Her hands fidgeted slightly in her lap, but then the powers of polite conversation took over and removed any element of uncertainty. 

“It seems rather good weather for riding, don’t you agree, Mr. Shelby?”, she asked, glancing up at the sky with her black hat and black veil covering her face. 

Tommy nodded. 

As his eyes glanced downward, he noticed how she held the reins, her hands covered by the gloves she wore. She didn’t clutch them in anxiety but rather held them with ease. For someone who had no control over the animal with her legs, it was a rather lax approach. 

She knows what she is doing.

And then he remembered what she had done earlier. 

She knows horses. 

But she was still riding side saddle like the rest of them. 

"Can you also ride properly?", He asked. "Or just like that?"

"I don't understand,", she said, one hand finding the buttons on her jacket and pressing down between them, "how else would I ride?"

Her jacket and skirt were fitted and tailored perfectly, the brass buttons shining. Her blouse was made from white silk and the white cloth around her neck was fastened with a real gold pin that caught the light. The pearls on her ears were real too and the white gloves were made from leather. 

She looked as if one of those expensive dolls in the toy shops Ada had always glanced at longingly had come to life, those which cost more money than they had to feed the family for two months. 

And he meant more than just her clothes. 

"Never mind.", Tommy mumbled and looked away. Perhaps he had overestimated her horsemanship after all. 

When the parties set out, their paths diverted once more, but Tommy looked over his shoulder to watch her leave. It was unlike his movement, but it matched the way she was sitting, and somehow, in a different way than he was, she seemed to be moving with the horse. 

Still, he would never get used to seeing a person ride sideways on a horse. What an utterly ridiculous idea. 

~

May's family had hired a string quartet to accompany them for the final evening. 

They were set up in a small stage in front of the back of the long hall which had been polished from top to bottom, with large floral displays placed across the sides of the room. 

The middle was reserved for dancing. 

May looked beyond lovely in a deep green evening dress, whose fabric ghosted around her legs with every move. It was embroidered with gold thread that glittered differently depending on how and where they moved. The colouring brought out the brightness in her brown eyes. 

Like all women she wore dinner gloves and above that glittering bracelets that matched the diamonds in her hair. 

They were all dressed like they were about to go on parade. The older women wore longer dresses and seemed to prefer diamond and pearl chokers or what looked like chokers and could have been layers and layers of necklaces on top of each other, with the jewels cascading down their chests like waterfalls. 

If he nicked one of them, he could feed all of Watery Lane for a month. 

The younger women prefered the straighter cuts of the current fashion, and kept their necklaces to a minimum, with nothing more than a long necklace at most, and not nearly as flashy as the older women, however they did have long earrings and headpieces and fucking tiaras, although none was more ridiculous than the one who had real feathers in her hair as well. 

But it was a splendid display of colours and textures, even he had to admit that. 

The Mallister girls had clearly coordinated their dresses, wearing the same cloth of yellow, only cut slightly differently. 

And Mary Crawley had chosen a dress the colour of deep crimson, matching it with black evening gloves and a black necklace, making her appear even paler than she was. The only shine came from the diamond tiara in her hair. She looked fierce and strangely regal, like she could have just stepped out of a fashion magazine and an age old castle at the same time. 

But she looked cold too. 

Compared to her, Charlotte seemed like a schoolgirl, in a pale pink dress with gold embroidery at the hem that was far more flowy than her sister’s straight lined cut. She wore no tiara of her own, but rather a gold headpiece in the shape of spring flowers that had been placed at the back of her head. 

At first, she stuck to her sister and her fiancé and a few companions before James Newtonmoore took her to the dancefloor, which Tommy had already claimed as his own. 

May proved an even better dancer than he could have hoped for and he had already seen himself spending the whole night twirling her in his arms, but apparently that would be unseemly as she, being the hostess, had duties to attend to the other guests. 

That didn't mean he faced a lack of partners, on the contrary. 

First he danced with the Grimwade girl, then with one whose name he had forgotten, but whose perfume stench would haunt him for the rest of his days. The next, a Lady Helena, was rather plump but proved to be an excellent dancer, better even than May had been, but the following woman who looked like she belonged in the pictures, trodded on his toes as if they were foot pedals on a piano. 

Some were polite, some were pushy, demanding answers in regards to his family and his possible fortune in more or less discreet fashion. 

But he wasn’t here to find a wife. 

He was here to find business partners and it wasn’t likely he would find them on the dancefloor. 

One of the Mallister girls, Evangeline, was rather persistent, and when she realised, he wasn’t giving the answers she wanted, she moved on with the next song. 

He had half a mind to go out for a cigarette as he watched her go off and try her luck with Patrick Melbourne, snatching him from Charlotte Crawley, who seemed not the least bit sad to see him go, but it did leave her stranded. 

Almost silently, he moved up beside her. 

“Do you need rescuing?”, he asked. 

She jumped slightly as she turned, before smiling in recognition. 

“Well,”, she said, folding her hands behind her back, “if you really wanted to rescue someone, you should try your luck with Gregory Grimwade. He looks rather miserable.”

Tommy’s eyes searched the hall for the red-headed fellow only to see him looking as pale as snow while his ear was being chewed off by a woman who looked as if she could be his mother. 

Or grandmother. 

Charlotte leaned a little closer. 

“She is very keen for him to marry one of her granddaughters and is singing their praises in turn. As there are eleven of them, I don’t think Gregory is going to hear the end of it any time soon.”

Tommy couldn’t help but pity the man, although he wasn’t the least interested in the marriage politics of these people. 

“Nevertheless,”, he said, holding out his hand. “Shall we?”

He was curious to see what she would do. One never knew with girls like her. 

She looked him up and down slowly and he could feel the wheels turning in her head. Then she placed her gloved hand into his. It was made from the smoothest silk, and felt like water running between his fingers as he took her hand. 

“Although I must warn you,”, she began as he led her further into the middle of the floor where there was a little more room, “I fear I might overdone it with my riding and no one knows when the soreness will strike.”

“We’ll be fine.”, he assured her, before finding the tact on nothing but instinct. 

She was smaller than he was, although not by much thanks to her heels, and so she was a good height for a possible partner. 

While her hand felt small in his, she was far from a meek dancer. It was as if she could anticipate his movement and could double his momentum when it came to the turns. 

“Did you enjoy today’s ride, Mr. Shelby?”, she asked, finding the appropriate words as her feet found the appropriate steps with the ease of her class. 

“Yes.”

When she realised he wasn’t going to give her more, she huffed slightly and tried a different approach. 

"Might I ask where you are from?", She asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

Always indirect. Why go straight ahead if you can run around in circles a few times, eh? 

But even if she wanted to play the games of her people with him, he could still play by his own rules. 

"You may.", He offered, wondering how she would react if provoked. One could almost consider it an experiment.  

Charlotte Crawley smiled softly, but the glint in her eyes proved that she had caught on. And a little colour came to her cheeks. 

"So where are you from, Mr. Shelby?", She asked. "I asked my sister but she doesn't know you either, I'm afraid. No one seems to know much about you, which is as intriguing as it is unnerving, wouldn’t you agree?"

Tommy weighed his answer carefully. 

May had warned him that there would be people just waiting to call him out, and his voice and haircut already marked him as an outsider. 

Then again, this one seemed too soft to be a threat. 

"I am a man who does not like being known.”

He could feel her eyes running over him, and he wondered what she was seeing. 

Was it the borrowed clothes? The uncommon haircut? The lack of sigil on his signet ring? Or the absence of slight scratches on his cufflinks, marking them out as anything but an heirloom. 

It was as if she was trying to capture him, like she was taking a photograph in her mind and comparing it against everything she had been taught to know. 

"If you really didn't want to be known, Mr. Shelby,”, she finally remarked dryly, “a riding weekend in Berkshire during the social season would be the last thing I’d suggest.”

That made him scoff in amusement. 

She wasn’t wrong, but she couldn’t know he was here for business, not pleasure. He wondered if she even knew what business was. 

Well, there was still pleasure of course, but they had to be careful with all the other people around. 

"Will I be the topic of gossip now?", He wondered. 

"We all will be the topic of gossip.", She said, entirely ambivalent to the implications of her words, "Every single one of these people, and their servants, will go home and will tell stories of what happened. And those stories will pass to their families and their households and before long they will develop lives of their own."

When her eyes met his again, they were wide and almost giddy with excitement. 

“In the end, they can create the most outrageous tales.”

To avoid a collision between them and Lord Hastings and his partner, Tommy moved to the side, pulling her closer so that he wouldn’t crash in her back. 

She came almost flush against him, and even if it was only for the split second, he could feel her startled gasp against his neck as the scent of her perfume filled his nose - jasmine, he realised. 

But just as quickly as he had to react, they stepped apart again, never stumbling in their dance. 

"Why did you come, Mr. Shelby, if you so dislike to be known?", she wanted to know. 

To make some money and to do May a favour. 

It was a weighted question, with a dangerous answer, or at least it could be, but somehow he didn’t think that Lady Charlotte Crawley was as sharp as her sister, in more ways than one. 

She was too young to have seen much of the world, especially given her birth. Polite yes, but Tommy doubted she would be reinventing the wheel anytime soon. 

He had seen her be kind to the people around her, even when she didn’t have to,  and polite to the servants. He had also seen her be good to her horse.  

And despite the fact that her cousin was robbing her of her inheritance and home, she talked sweetly about his dead fiancee. 

If anyone threatened his family’s existence, deserved or not, Tommy would have selected some more choice words. 

Kindness, softness, naivité - all things that were the opposite of dangerous. 

And so he decided to tell her. 

"May invited me."

"May Carleton?", She asked, her tone rising with the surprise she felt. 

He nodded. 

"How lovely. How are you two acquainted?", she asked as the second song began to play. 

"She trains my racehorses ", he said. 

A frown flashed over her face for a split second, but then realisation smoothed the lines of doubt. 

"Oh I had forgotten Mrs. Carleton was involved in all that. I thought that was Sir Ian’s business, and his father or course."

She huffed and shook her head, offering him an apologetic smile. . “How silly of me.”

"Ian? Her husband?"

Until now he hadn't known what his name had been. 

She confirmed that, and neither one pressed the issue further, instead opting to lose themselves in the music for a while.

After all, what was there to say? Too many lives had been lost in the war and while he despised her sort for the orders they gave, they weren’t given by girls in pink dresses and he wasn’t as foolish to think that the death he had faced in Flanders hadn’t reached all the way into their palatial homes the way it had reached into the houses in Small Heath. 

The air became thicker from than the heat inside the ballroom and for a second, Tommy took a deep, shaky breath and gathered himself. 

"Birmingham.", He finally said, just to banish the noise in his thought. 

“Pardon?”, she asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

"You asked where I am from.”, Tommy said,  “I’m from Birmingham."

"Goodness,”, she said with a smile, “I've never met someone from Birmingham before."

That did not surprise him. 

You won't find many of your kind in Birmingham. 

"And I’ve never been either, unfortunately.”

Tommy battled for control of his face once more. 

Of course someone like her wouldn’t go to Birmingham- there was nothing there for her kind. 

And if she ever dared to step foot within ten miles of Small Heath, she’d be eaten alive.

Once more his lack of response tested her obedience to societies rules.  

"I suppose it is quite…pleasant?"

At that, he nearly laughed. 

But then again, she didn't do it on purpose. 

No one had taught her any better and she was merely trying to cling to the rules of polite conversation. 

"It's not Yorkshire.", He told her, remembering the soft hills, blue skies and green pastures from the time he had spent on the road. 

Now, in the golden light of the chandeliers, he took his time to study her the way she had studied him earlier.

The similarities between her and her sister was undeniable, but where her sister's features were sharper and more distinct, hers were softer. 

He made note of them, each and every one, as he let his eyes wander.  

The arch of her nose, the shape of her lips, their colouring, which was also slightly different to her sister’s. She wasn’t as pale, and so the slight flush of her cheeks from the temperature inside the room made her look lively and not overheated. 

Charlotte's hair was also brown, like her sisters, but where Mary's was close to black, hers had little elements of red if the light hit it just right. 

When he didn't try to restart a conversation, it was up to her once again. 

"Will you be joining the hunt next weekend? The ones Lord and Lady Hastings are hosting? Evelyn Napier was talking about it.."

"I don't hunt.", he told her. 

"You don't hunt?", She asked surprised. 

Tommy shook his head. 

"Not for sport."

He didn’t shoot unless he had to and he didn’t hunt unless he wanted to eat what he had hunted. So there was no point for him. 

"A gentleman who does not hunt. How unusual.", she remarked. 

A gentleman, eh?

Thomas Shelby was many things but he was not a gentleman and yet there he was in a manor house, surrounded by Lords and Ladies, dancing with the daughter of an Earl. 

It was almost laughable that she saw him as such, but he was pretending to be one this weekend, wasn’t he? And just maybe it wouldn’t hurt to keep up the illusion. At least it would spare him some form of embarrassment. 

Her voice was as bright as a summer day, and quite cheerful, with no judgement in it, and no spite in her eyes. 

Whatever her sister is, this one is not a snob. 

“A lady who knows how to saddle a horse. Not any more common.”

Her eyes darted towards him and for a split second her mouth dropped open ever so slightly. 

“W-why would you say that?”, she asked, her voice suddenly faint. 

“I watched you earlier.”, he admitted.

 “O-oh.”, she whispered, and her cheeks flushed again. 

She swallowed hard and avoided his gaze. 

While she pursed her lips, she blinked in rather rapid succession.

And Tommy realised she felt caught out, embarrassed even. 

To his surprise, he felt a pang of gilt. He hadn’t wanted to make her feel bad, not for the one thing he could actually credit her with.

"I think it’s a good thing.”, he assured her, running his thumb over her fingers. 

When her head snapped up again, he saw uncertainty in them, and a hint of suspicion. 

“Do you truly?”, she asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper, as if she didn’t dare to speak up. 

Tommy nodded. 

“Just like I said, only uncommon.”

She blushed again, but it was a softer sort. 

“Well, I suppose so.”, she admitted, reaching down to rub the neck of the animal with a hint of a smile. “I got very lucky that I was allowed to learn to take better care of the horses. They are wonderful creatures.”

On that, they could agree. 

 “It’s not what people expect. Not from people like you."

What people like us expect. 

She tilted her head, and pursed her lips, considering his words.

Then slowly, she smiled. 

It was a proper smile, not like the one she had shown him at dinner. It showed her teeth and made little wrinkles appear around her eyes.  

"Goodness, what did you expect of me?", She asked curiously, that glint in her eyes. 

Tommy couldn’t help but take some satisfaction from it, shifting in his saddle. 

"Well, you look like your sister.”

"You mean Mary?", she asked, leaning over slightly. “Don’t say she lied to me- do you know her!”

At the mention of her family, her face changed. She looked even younger now, shaking that timeless appearance of her status and class, making her less reserved and not at all guarded. 

More open, Tommy realised, more vulnerable. 

But that was what family did, didn’t it?

To him and the high and mighty alike. 

“I’ll take any comparison to Mary as a compliment.”, she said with a beaming smile. 

“Really?”, he asked surprised, remembering the icy glare Mary had shot her at dinner and how she had been sent to bed like a child only shortly after.

“Why wouldn’t I?”, she asked, her eyes narrowing in confusion. 

“Well, I’ve heard things.”

“Have you?”

Her voice cracked like a whip, a mile from the soft and gentle tone he only now realised he had grown used to hearing from her lips. 

To his surprise, her jaw tightened and her eyes turned hard.  

“Pray tell, what exactly did you hear about my sister that would make a comparison with her the opposite of a compliment?”

When Tommy met her gaze, he spotted another similarity to her older sister for her eyes burned just as cold, so cold, they made the hair on the back of his neck stand. 

It also made his stomach coil. 

May had even warned him about the Crawleys, how they'd enjoy seeing them slip up and now he had. 

She had made it all too easy for him, with her naivete, and her softness, and in a moment of negligence, when he was reaching out to comfort her even, he had forgotten the tightrope he was walking on in her presence, in all of their presence.  

"Look, I-"

When she interrupted him her voice was calm, calculated and hard, as if she had suddenly turned into a marble statue, incapable of any remnant of emotion except spite. 

"Mr. Shelby, I think it quite cruel that you talk so casually about my sister in such a manner. Especially since you clearly cannot lay any claim to know her."

As if conspiring against him, the music grew softer once more to signal a changing of the song. She removed herself from his hands with ease politely, but her words were nothing but spiteful. 

“How very disappointing!”

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Even from up here, he could still watch them, the corridor to the bedrooms at his back. 

Some had retired, but some were still dancing. 

And Tommy couldn’t stop watching her. 

He had found her riding style interesting, then he had talked to her because he appreciated her jumping and found her little ways amusing, the way she spoke, the way she preferred to be indirect, always asking for permission, always trying to find a way to not take responsibility for anything she said or did. Too sweet. Too soft. 

So perfect, like a dressed up doll which one had crossed with a songbird taught to sing all the right tunes, kept away from all the darkness and pain of the world, untouched by the dirt and grime. 

Her lack of life experience had made her almost pliable to him, turning all this into a game, until she turned to icy marble in his hands. 

But he had seen her for a split second, off guard, careless and happy at the mention of her family and then he had seen her silent rage, waves of the fiery inferno that burned inside her at the insult to her sister.

Then she turned cold once more, that perfect doll again, with perfect words and perfect smiles that weren't real and never reached her eyes. 

Maybe he didn’t have a right to judge her sister, fine.

But what right did she have to judge him? 

How very disappointing. 

It wasn’t his job to live up to her standards, her wishes, her ideals, her fucking expectations of proper decorum and polite conversation. So why did it annoy him so very much?

Perhaps it was that glimpse. A glimpse of what was real, what was true under all her politeness and common courtesy. 

And that glimpse didn’t let him go. 

He had peeked behind the curtain, opened the hidden box even if just for a moment and seen something he shouldn’t have. 

And like the first time doing something he shouldn’t - smoking at eleven, drinking at 12, sneaking about with girls. It made him itch for another, another glimpse, another slip of the mask, another dropping of the veil, especially since she was such an expert at keeping it up. 

"Yes, the Crawleys have a way of getting under one's skin, don't they?", May said, coming up beside him on the balcony, following his gaze. 

"Mary especially but I wouldn't have thought it of little Charlotte. She seemed so sweet.”

She tilted her head. 

“But she is Mary’s sister, so what do I know?”

Fuck her, he finally thought, as he saw her dancing with her sister’s fiancé.  

It wasn’t like it mattered. He had been here for business contacts and he had gotten them in form of Melbourne and Grimwade. And when it came to pleasure, he had May. 

So he hadn’t lost anything when it came to the Crawley girl, apart from a little pride. 

He clasped her face in his hands and pushed her back, away from the balcony, from the lights and from prying eyes. 

“Fuck them, eh?”, he mused, before leaning in to capture her lips with his before she even had a chance to respond. 

But even if he fell asleep in May’s bed, surrounded by her scent and the softness of her arms, his dreams were laced with jasmine and haunted by the fleeting feeling of her breath on his neck.

End of Part 2

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Part 3

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[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Worry- Matthew Crawley

Pairing: Matthew Crawley x Reader

Characters: Matthew Crawley

Warnings: N/A

Request: @vanillabqrnes - Hi thee I was wondering if I could have a Matthew Crawley x reader were she is pregnant with his child and he’s really protective/ possessive around her?

Word Count: 569

Author: Charlotte

You had been encouraged from a young age to marry well and find love from there, not the other way around. Your father had arranged your marriage to Matthew and when you met, there wasn’t an initial spark but with time you had gotten to get to know one another, and you did begin to love him. The two of you had a house with land and servants, and there wasn’t a care in the world, at least not until you had been wed for three months and found out you were pregnant.

It had never been a question whether you would have children, it was just when. You had hoped you’d have some time to build your lives together before a child was added to the equation, but you accepted the change in plan and hoped for things to work out. Matthew was excited to have a child with you, but he changed a lot after he found out about the pregnancy.

He only wanted what was best for you and your child, but it took control of him, and he was desperate to make sure nothing bad happened to either of you. It was an out-of-control protection, leaving you barely able to think for yourself, let alone do anything without him panicking that somehow it would lead to harm to you or the baby. You appreciated that he cared but it was becoming tedious.

You started keeping things to yourself, not wanting to worry him more and just holding onto the belief that he would go back to the man you married once you gave birth.

As your due date was nearing, you realised something wasn’t quite right. You were beginning to feel intense cramps in your abdomen but with whatever it was, you didn’t want to let on to an issue with Matthew as it would only result in causing him far more stress. The pains came and went at regular intervals, but you tried to keep them hidden from those around you.

You were sat stitching onto a blanket for the baby’s nursery when the pains hit you again. A groan escaped you, instantly snapping your husband’s attention to you. In an instant he rushed to your side, fear and concern within his eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“They’re just active today,” you winced, trying to smile to him but it was impossible to not show the pain on your face.

Matthew could tell that you were lying instantly. “How long have you been in pain?”

“Since last night,” you admitted.

He let out a huff, more of frustration than anything more, as he rushed to the cord that he pulled to call for a servant to meet you both in the room.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He demanded.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

He returned to your side, crouching down beside you, cupping your cheek in his hand.

“You needn’t apologise to me. I do worry about you both and that is why we are going to call for Dr Clarkson straight away to make sure that you are both fine.”

With his assistance, you managed to reach your feet, just as one of the maid’s appeared in the doorway, ready to be sent to make the call, whilst your husband helped you up to your bed, ready for whatever the doctor needed to do for you.

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[bi-bard]

The Look - Jack Barber Imagine [Downton Abbey: A New Era]

Title: The Look

Pairing: Jack Barber X Reader

Word Count: 1,161 words

Warning(s): jealousy, insecurities

Summary: Jack invites (Y/n) out to visit the set of his new film. (Y/n) was more than excited to see a film set outside of a studio. However, some of said excitement is squashed once they catch sight of Jack's interactions with Lady Mary Talbot.

Author's Note: First of all, Mary's a better woman than me. Second of all, don't say I don't do anything for you people (I am still looking at that post about all those Hugh Dancy characters, by the way).

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When Jack first invited me to visit the set of his new film, I was hesitant.

I had no desire to be seen as some kind of distraction from the project.

But his insistence seemed to calm some of my anxieties. I finally agreed. We arranged for me to visit for a short portion of the time. A matter of days, truly.

It did bring me some comfort to know that I would not have to go as long as I expected without seeing him.

Downton was even grander than I had been expecting. I remember just staring up at the building with nothing, but shock written on my face.

"(Y/n)!"

I pulled my eyes away from the building when I heard my name being called.

"Jack," I said happily, jogging over to him.

He pulled me into a tight hug immediately. "Oh, I am so happy that you made it."

"So am I," I leaned back to look at Downton again. "This place doesn't quite feel real."

"I am barely starting to accept it myself," he chuckled. "Come on, I'll show you where we're filming."

Jack's hand was placed on my back as he guided me into the grand building.

I met so many people that it felt like names were falling out of some kind of cup in my head. I didn't know that my mind could feel like it was completely overflowing.

It was a gorgeous place.

The people were kind.

The film crew itself felt like they were surrounded by this pristine bubble. If you got too close, then you would pop that bubble and ruin the illusion. People on display like museum exhibits.

No one quite caught my attention like Lady Mary.

She was kind and clever. I didn't know much about her beyond that. We had only interacted a few times between scenes being filmed.

Those moments in between were enough for my mind to play tricks on itself.

I would watch Jack and Mary talk between scenes. She seemed to always be the first to help when things went wrong. She carried herself with this strange mix of humbleness, yet some self-awareness of her status and power in the current situation.

Jack just had this... look. I couldn't describe it beyond that. It was just a look. But it was enough for me to be uneasy.

Watching them interact made my stomach churn. I felt my palms sweating and my face warming up out of some kind of anger or embarrassment. I wasn't sure which one.

I tried to ignore it.

Jack and I had been together long enough for me to completely trust him. If he was trying to keep something from me or if he were truly questioning his feelings for me, then I would have liked to believe that he wouldn't insist that I come to visit.

I thought I had done well. I thought that I managed to hide my thoughts and feelings behind a wall of kind grins and short answers.

I truly had no indication that I had been the cause of any worry until Jack asked if he could speak with me.

"Of course," I answered. "What do you-"

"Not here," he said quietly. "In private."

I hesitated for a moment before nodding and following him into some room away from the others.

"What is it," I asked when the door closed behind us.

"Is something wrong?" he replied.

I shook my head. "No, of course not."

I wanted to believe that I had done a better job hiding my thoughts. I never thought that I was one to allow my feelings to be easily recognized. Granted, Jack always seemed to see through whatever disguise that I attempted to use.

"(Y/n)," he said quietly. He stepped forward before reaching out and taking my hand. "I'm sorry, but we have been together long enough for me to know when something is upsetting you."

I took a deep breath, but I couldn't bring myself to admit to what I had been thinking. It all felt so ridiculous when I thought about speaking about it.

"Darling...," Jack's voice dropped to a whisper as he stepped even closer. "Please..."

"You and Lady Mary seem... very close," I admitted. My face warmed up as embarrassment started to take over. "I feel like I'm watching you look at her the same way that people told me you looked at me."

I looked away, only feeling more embarrassed by the way Jack was looking at me.

"(Y/n)," he spoke up after a moment. "Please, look at me."

I took a deep breath before looking at him.

"I had no idea that you were uncomfortable with what I had done," he explained. "That may very well be my own fault. But I can promise that there is nothing between Lady Mary and me."

I felt the beginning of a soft smile forming at the corner of my lips. I would always trust him. Perhaps that could have been dangerous, but I would never have the heart to care about such a thing.

"You are the only one that I have ever had eyes for," he continued. "That 'way' people have said I look at you has never changed and has never been pointed at another being. It never will. I love you."

My smile formed fully at the sentiment. I still felt ridiculous for worrying, but now that was met with a sense of gratitude. How had I been so fortunate to find a man that could share such love with no hesitation?

"I love you too," I mumbled after a moment. "I'm so sorry. I should have come to you the moment these feelings surfaced. I never meant to pull you from your work by worrying about me."

"I believe I made the choice to worry about you long before I made the choice to make films," he replied. His free hand cupped the side of my face. "You will always be my first priority."

I leaned in and pecked his lips quickly. "You should get back to your film."

"I am going to see if I can find a place for us to share an evening away from the others," Jack said. "We both have earned a night to ourselves."

"That would be wonderful, Jack."

His smile only grew more as he admired me for a moment.

That was the first time I felt like I could truly see it. The way he looked at me. That small glint in his eye. I felt my face warming up under his gaze.

"Go," I pushed on his shoulder playfully.

He chuckled, kissing me again before going to head back out to work on the film.

I laughed a bit at him.

He was the best thing I had been lucky enough to have in my life.

And now I could see that he could have very well thought the very same way about me.

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Pairings: Thomas Barrow x teen!reader

Imagine: Thomas Barrow has a soft spot for the new maid/footman at Downton Abbey (entirely platonic)

Warnings: angst, fluff, homophobia, confusion in sexuality, mention of war

A/N idk what this is if I’m honest don’t even remember what the original idea was but oh well, Thomas Barrow is one of my faves in Downton Abbey so I’d encoded to write fics with him

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[free-for-all-fics]

Some Downton/Tom Branson prompts and ideas. These are old but might as well share them anyway. I shared the first one with @welcome-to-writers-haven on anon way back before I made this blog. (Hiiiiii!! It’s me 🙂 it’s been ages) And found these other ones buried in my notes app. Pls tag me if any of these inspire you to write something! 💜

1. Sometimes I think about a Downton Abbey and Bridgerton crossover fic idea (that I don’t have the time nor talent to write) where you’re a paternal descendant from one of the 4 sons, like a great-granddaughter or something, so you still carry the Bridgerton surname. You’re much like Eloise, an independent and free spirit, unafraid to speak your mind or challenge societal norms. You meet and befriend the Crawleys, only to fall in love with Tom Branson. This of course creates gossip and there’s talk wherever you go, especially if/when you agree to marry him, but you don’t care. The Crawleys approve of you not only for the benefits they could reap from Tom’s union with a woman from the Bridgerton bloodline, considering your social standing and wealthy inheritance; but because you make Tom so happy and like himself again after losing Sybil. No, it doesn’t really make sense, but I just think it’d be neat.

2. Imagine being American and meeting Tom while he and Sybbie are living in Boston. He takes you on a few dates and Sybbie soon adores you like family. A year passes, and he asks you to come with him and Sybbie back to Downton to meet the rest of the family, whom are all eager to meet you. You come from a more humble background, so you’re overwhelmed by the grandeur and opulence of it at first, but Cora being American herself puts you a little at ease and everyone else helps make you feel welcome. You fall further in love with Tom during your stay. Maybe the Crawleys and/or staff try to subtlety scheme to encourage the romance by pushing you closer together in the hopes Tom will propose. They just want Tom to be happy and in love again after Sybil.

3. Imagine being the second wife of Tom Branson and stepmother to Sybbie. (Whether you’re a Crawley sister or not is up to you.) What would that be like? What if you got pregnant? Would Tom start having fears and nightmares about your pregnancy being fatal like Sybil’s? So basically “Being Tom Branson’s second wife and/or pregnant with his child years after what happened to Sybil would include?”

4. Imagine being best friends with Sybil since birth and growing up together, practically like sisters. After Sybil’s death, Tom asks you to help him look after Sybbie so that you’d be a constant in her life since you were so near and dear to Sybil. He knows neither you nor he can bear to lose what remains of Sybil’s memory. You’re both mourning and Tom struggles with his sense of belonging, feeling lost and confused without Sybil. You’re supportive and give each other a shoulder to cry and lean on, a comforting light in this dark time. You become a dear friend to him and as he grows to think of Downton as his home, he falls in love with you. Once time has numbed the pain for both of you and it doesn’t hurt anymore, you show each other what it means to be in love and happy again.

5. Imagine if you were a guest in the house, in a romantic relationship with Tom during the Downton fire in episode 1 of season 5. Tom gets worried about you, and that worry becomes fear when he can’t find you outside with the others. Would he rush back in the house to find you himself? (You’re maybe unconscious when he or the firemen find you, but you’d be fine)

6. Imagine being a writer/editor who works for Edith and meeting Tom at her wedding. Your friendship begins there, and grows into a romance. You’re not exactly high in status or class, but neither of you care about all that nonsense.

(Or just a fic where it’s like Sybil and Tom’s love story, but kind of reversed. Tom has moved up in status at this point in time, managing the estate and selling cars, and you’re considered “lower” than him. But neither of you care. Maybe reader makes something of herself despite what she was born into, like Gwen did.)

7. You’re the youngest Crawley daughter, 3 years younger than Sybil and yet so much alike you’re practically twins. You’re the only one in the family who wholeheartedly supports Tom and Sybil’s relationship from the beginning. After Sybil dies, you and Tom both feel like you’ve lost half of yourselves. You wake up early to run errands, go horseback riding or take long walks alone to cope. You’re often gone for many hours, deeming it too painful to stay in the house where your beloved sister died. Tom eventually joins you on your walks and takes you for long drives with no destination in mind. You become very good friends as you lean on each other for support during this difficult time. Sometimes you’ll just sit in silence while holding hands and that’s enough. Grief brought you closer, but as Sybbie grows up, you fall in love with Tom.

You can’t pinpoint the exact moment you fell; it’s like it started slowly then came rushing all at once. While your family is happy for you both, you struggle with your newfound romantic love for Tom. You feel a disgusting pit of guilt in your stomach every time you kiss. You think you’re betraying Sybil and stealing her husband. You’re afraid of your confusing feelings, too afraid to even tell Tom about your struggle. You and he correspond through letters for a year while he and Sybbie are in Boston. In one such letter, he proposes. He writes that he’ll ask again properly when next he and you meet, he just couldn’t wait. You go to Sybil’s grave to ask for her forgiveness similar to how Mary did at Matthew’s grave. You confide in someone (Mrs. Hughes? Edith? Cora?) about your conflicted feelings and realize that Sybil would want you and Tom to be happy since she loved you both very, very much. You’re in love with each other, and where’s the shame in that?

8. You’re the youngest Crawley daughter and became very close friends with Tom when he first came to Downton as the Chauffeur. When he married your older sister, Sybil, you were happy to be maid of honor at their wedding, even if it was a small affair. You often visited them in Ireland or corresponded through letters while back home in England. After Sybil’s death, you were beside yourself with grief along with the entire household. But you loved Sybbie with all your heart and would spend as much time as you could with her. She’s the last vestige of your late sister and you care for her deeply. You can’t count the number of times you’ve held her, fed her, played with her, or put her to bed with a lullaby or story. You’d stay with her while Nanny had to run down to the sewing room or grab baby paraphernalia.

Even if the nannies insisted you didn’t have to do something, you didn’t mind. Over the years, Sybbie grows up and is followed by more children such as George and Marigold. Your friendship with Tom becomes so much more and you slowly but surely fall in love. Many years after Sybil’s death, you and Tom marry. Tom and you both want children, but you go to Dr. Clarkson with concerns about potential pregnancy risks before you start trying. You’re worried if what happened to Sybil is more likely to happen to you since you’re sisters. As your pregnancy progresses, both you and Tom get nervous. But everything is fine, you and your baby make it through with no complications.

#Tom Branson x reader #Tom Branson imagine #Downton Abbey imagine #downton abbey fanfiction #random fic ideas #fic ideas #Downton bridgerton crossover

[once-upon-a-fanfic]

What if...

You were a servant at Downton Abbey and harbored an unforgiving crush on Tom? Until one day, Sybil rejects him, and you comfort him.

#Tom Branson #Tom Branson what if #Tom Branson imagine #Downton Abbey #Downton abbey what if #Downton Abbey imagine #sybil crawley #Sybil Crawley what if #Sybil Crawley imagine

[worstversionofme]

After spending so much time watching dimension 20 I seriously don’t think I’ll ever be able to tolerate regular tv. My little gay heart has never seen this kind of queer representation in tv and it is nourishing my soul. And queerness is never the butt of any joke and the characters experiencing and figuring out their sexualities isn’t always sad and dramatic.

I have never related to something so much. This silly show of just a bunch of cool actor friends playing D&D has probably changed my life: I feel like I know who I am better now???

I am eternally grateful to Brennan Lee Mulligan and literally every person involved in Dimension 20 for giving us this show and this outlet to figure ourselves out. Also gonna be eternally annoyed with Dimension 20 every time I have to watch a straight romcom - give me gay wizards and fairies and candy people any day

#legit almost crying writing this wtf nerd #i was watching Lost before d20 and I cannot imagine going back and caring about Sawyer and Kate and Jack #lazuli and caramelinda or rue and hob or Misty Moore or Pete Conlan are all SO MUCH MORE COMPELLING and my gay heart feels represented #and the straight(er?) couples are also SO MUCH BETTER THAN REGULAR TV like Esther and Ricky or K and Evan #and the bonds between friends are also SO GOOD #regular tv has been ruined #I’ve seen downton abbey LIKE THREE TIMES I loved it - fuck that shit I’d watch ACOFAF instead if I ever wanted a period piece #who gives a shit about supernatural when you have the unsleeping city which also includes monster hunting and didn’t queerbait for 15 years #wow this is an insane post and some insane tags #dimension 20 #Brennan Lee mulligan #fantasy high #the unsleeping city #a crown of candy #a court of fey and flowers #misfits and magic #I’m missing some but that’s a lot of tags already

[papa-evershed]

Thomas Barrow, Downton Abbey S06EP04

#robert james-collier #rob james-collier #rob james collier #robert james collier #thomas barrow #downton abbey #hi i love him #no like really i love him #i will literally fight anything or anyone that ever upsets him 💪 come at me #he's just a baby #precious baby kitten #imagine being in the same room as that precious boy looking all upset and not approaching him to see if he's okay 😭 #thomas my son i'm so glad you're free

[specialagentlokitty]

Thomas Barrow x sister!Reader - protect you

Could you maybe write a Thomas Barrow x sister!reader where she lip reads because she's deaf or hard of hearing and Thomas just has her back every step of the way despite what people say? It's okay if not. Thank you🤍 - Anon💜

Sitting at the table, you were reading from your book, immersed in your own little world only to be pulled out of it when you felt a tap of your shoulder.

Looking yup, you smiled at your brother as he sat down.

“Have you had breakfast?” He asked.

You gave a small nod of your head, and he rose a brow at you.

He took a plate from in front of him and passed it over to you.

“Don’t lie to me (Y/N), I never saw you down here.”

You gave him an apologetic looked, and he gestured to the plate, taking the book away from you so you would focus on eating instead.

While you were doing that, he went to reading his paper.

When Mrs Hughes walked in he kicked your foot and you looked up before standing up, giving her a smile.

“Good morning (Y/N). How are you today?”

You gave her a bright smile and she smiled back.

“Doing well today I see, wonderful. I will need you to do a few small repairs on her ladyship’s dress after you have eaten if you have time.”

You nodded and Mrs Hughes smiled, leaving the room.

Sitting back down, you turned to Thomas who looked at you.

“You’re welcome.”

With that you carried on teaching before going about your daily tasks and the jobs that needed done as soon as you could.

You tried your best between working and focusing on your surroundings so you knew people were there, but sometimes it was hard.

While most of the staff knew about your condition, some of them didn’t, so when it came to more servants coming for a huge event, they were oblivious to the fact you needed to be tapped on the shoulder if they wanted something.

So when Mr Bates was walking past the boot room and he saw people crowded around the door he stopped.

“Is there something interesting in there?” He asked.

“There’s a girl in there and she has yet to notice we’re here, so we are playing a game.”

The small group parted to show him who was in there and he stared in shock.

You had small bits of paper thrown around you, and they were clanging some shoes together behind your back while laughing.

“You know, I don’t believe it wise to be messing around with her like this.”

“It’s fine, we so have no idea who’s servant she is, nobody will admit to her being part of their staff.”

“I see.”

Mr Bates did debate on getting involved, but instead he walked away, and he went in search of somebody else to deal with the situation.

And soon enough he found who was looking for.

“Mr Barrow.”

Thomas looked up and sighed heavily.

“What?”

“You may want to come handle the servants who are currently using your sister as a game for their entertainment.”

Thomas immediately dropped what he was doing and stood up.

“Where?”

“Boot room.”

Thomas sprinted in that direction, and Mr Bates followed with Anna, Mrs Hughes a few others behind him.

They could hear the shouting before they even reached the hallway, and they turned around to see a young man crying as he held his nose while some others cowered in fear.

Jimmy was standing by a door, blocking them from running into the kitchen, keeping Mrs Patmore and Daisy out of the way.

“You think it’s funny to be picking on a young woman?!” Thomas yelled.

They stayed quiet.

“If I ever see you talking, or so much as looking at my sister again I will do so much worse than break your nose.” He growled.

“Mr Bates, please take the injured boy to see Mr Carson and tell him what has happened, the rest of you sit down, we will be telling the head butler and head housemaids for your respective employers about this, as well as his lord ship.”

The rest of the Downton servants helped ensure that the culprits were kept in one room and kept quiet, and Thomas turned to you.

He took some small paper balls out your hair, and placed his hand on your head.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

You nodded.

“We will have them all dealt with.”

You nodded again, and he sighed.

He could tell you were upset, he could see it on your face as he held out his arms.

Getting up, you tightly hugged him, and he hugged you back.

He was furious, but he knew you needed him to be with you, so he set aside his anger to be there to support you.

This was the exact reason he had gotten you a job with him, so he could keep you safe, and he was furious anybody would this it okay to use you for their own entertainment.

Yes, you may be different, but you were still human after all.

You were his little sister, and he would be dammed if he ever let anybody get away with treating you with anything but respect.

He didn’t care who it was, high status or not.

Nobody was going to treat you like that and he would be sure of it

#Downton abbey #Downton abbey x reader #Downton abbey imagine #Downton abbey x you #Thomas Barrow #Thomas Barrow x reader #Thomas Barrow x you #Thomas Barrow imagine

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Jobs- Edith Crawley

Pairing: Edith Crawley x Reader

Characters: Edith Crawley

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 443

Author: Charlotte

Your father had been friends with Lord Grantham for many years, so when he asked him if you could stay with them for a while, he was more than happy to let you stay. Whilst you stayed there, you had become close friends with his three daughters, specifically his middle child Edith. You had become close and fast friends, so when you saw her looking sad and annoyed in the gardens, you had to go and ask her what was wrong.

“Edith is everything okay?” You asked, taking a seat on the bench beside her.

“Yes,” she lied.

“Don’t lie to me Edith. What is bothering you?” You smiled softly, trying to reassure her.

She let out a sigh, looking you in the eyes. You could see that her eyes were filled with tears that were fighting to fall but her reddened cheeks showed that they may not be from sadness but rather from annoyance or anger.

“Father disapproves of me helping on the Drake family farm. It is unladylike for me to drive their tractor and help them supposedly. If I do not help, they cannot work their fields with the men off to war,” she frowned. “Isn’t it a noble pursuit to wish to help those in need?”

“It is Edith. You are from a noble family, it is expected that your father wouldn’t want it known that his daughter is a farmhand. By no means do I agree with his perspective on this, we are in the midst of a war, women are taking control we’ve wanted for such a long time,” you smiled softly.

“Father’s thoughts are practically medieval. We are a country at war, it is hardly preposterous to suggest that women do the jobs our soldiers once did. If we are not allowed to go and fight in the trenches with our men, why shouldn’t we do what is needed here at home,” she sighed. “It is too close minded to suggest that England shall suffer when women could help.”

You rested your hand on her arm, reassuringly. You hated seeing her like this, but she was from a noble family, working on a farm wasn’t expected however it was admirable and made you want to do more.

“He will have to come to terms with it. Sybil is a nurse and you are a farmhand, it may not be something the two of you do forever however you are doing something that is needed with men at war. Your father may be annoyed but he loves you, so he wouldn’t do anything but voice his concern,” you said. “It’ll be okay Edith.”

“I do hope so.”

#Jobs #Edith Crawley #Edith Crawley Imagine #Edith Crawley One Shot #Downton Abbey One Shot #Downton Abbey Imagine #Downton Abbey #Charlotte

[neroushalvaus]

#some of these are debatable but i think this was funny #thomas barrow #downton abbey #btw none of these are value judgements of characters or relationships #for example thomas&o'b is literally my brotp #i forgot sybil.. #but honestly i think she would have been in the ''i can fix him'' box and it's funnier when baxter is the only one there #edit:// i'm glad people like sybbie's placement. i am 100% imagining her saying the ''ok bob the builder relax'' thing

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Okay so I know I’m late to this but I just started (thank my dad for that) to watch Downton Abbey and I love it so I was wondering if anyone had any ideas on some fanfics for some of the characters

#x teen!reader #x teen #downton abbey #downton abbey imagine #downton abbey headcannon #headcannon #fanfic #imagine #x reader #downton abbey x reader #downton abbey x teen #Thomas barrow x reader #Tom Branson x reader #Tom Branson #Thomas barrow #Matthew crawley x reader #Mary crawley x reader #Sybil crawley x reader

[castlesandcardamom]

i want to see george asking barrow advice about girls 😭

#imagine #george crawley #thomas barrow #downton abbey

[ilariyalavorowrites]

To be started list

I have more than a few stories waiting to be started in the pipeline. I thought I'd share the list with you guys. Some have titles and summaries, others don't so any suggestions are welcomed. These were started after I finish Faded Hope and Tongue Tied.

Once (9-1-1)

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x reader x Evan Buckley

It was only meant to be a one time mistake but then why did it keep happening over and over again. Maybe it was time to discover what this truly was.

What would neighbours think (Downton Abbey)

Pairing: Cora Crawley x Reader x Robert Crawley

Imagine: O’Brien misinterprets you, a housemaid training to be Lady Edith’s Lady's maid returning in the wee small hours as an attempt after her job. A few well-placed threatening words when she catches you alone, one evening whilst staying at Crawley House in London results in your disappearance which is soon noted.

Poly CM Beyond Borders

Pairing: Jack Garrett x Reader x Karen Garrett

Over the Horizon Epilogue

Pairings: Shawn Michaels x reader x Chris Jericho

Scorching - Poly Chicago Med

Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Reader x Ethan Choi

Imagine: Imagine after a series of heated nights together, what you thought was becoming something more seems to fade as Ethan and Connor distract themselves from you. Only for you to walk head first into a dangerous situation when a patient turns hostile.

Delirious Happy Endings Epilogue

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Reader

Time enough for Love (Bridgerton Poly)

Pairings: Kate Sharma x Reader x Anthony Bridgerton

Imagine: A mission to ensure Kate and Anthony find each other during the social season of 1814. Time travels into the past to ensure that crucial moments occur. However, you find yourself falling in love with the pair. It breaks your heart when it comes to leaving and returning to the future.

Sweet Enough (Fated to you sequel)

Pairings: Elliot Stabler x Reader

Imagine a soulmate AU where newly divorced Elliot Stabler has a soul mark wrapped around his wrist and finds out that it’s the newest member of the SVU team, before awkwardly asking you to go get a coffee with him

In the cold harsh light of day (CAOS poly)

Pairing: Nick Scratch x Sabrina Spellman X Fae!Reader

Imagine: Imagine being a member of the face court, living in the mortal realm where you find yourself in a poly triad with Nick and Sabrina. With the threat of void on the horizon, your family wishes to return to the forest but you wish to remain. Unhappy with this choice, you are tricked into returning at the bequest of your Fae King and Queen. Only to be shackled whilst the events of Season 4 play out until Death presents itself to you with a new choice. A way out or salvation?

Lone Rider (9-1-1 Lone Star)

Pairings: Owen Strand x Reader

Imagine: Imagine crushing on your boss Owen Strand since starting at the firehouse. Never having the courage to admit your feelings. Until you wake up one morning to find yourself in bed with him. In a panic, you make yourself scarce. No awkward conversation follows in the days after but every decision has consequences.

Crossing that line - (Power Rangers Dino Thunder)

Pairing: Tommy Oliver x Reader

Summary: After a strange encounter with one of the victims of Mesogog’s most recent monsters. You find yourself alone with Dr Oliver as you both begin to experience strange symptoms. Not knowing that this monster whose DNA was combined with an aphrodisiac plant. Buried and denied feelings rise to the surface.

If anyone wants to be tagged for any of the above. Please let me know either comment or message me

#to be written list #reader insert #mostly reader insert #sharing is caring #downton abbey #criminal minds beyond borders #wresting #chicago med #bridgerton x reader #law and order svu #CAOS #9 1 1 lone star #power rangers #evan buckley #eddie diaz imagine #evan buckley x reader #Eddie Diaz x reader x Evan Buckley #eddie diaz