#Downton abbey x you

[specialagentlokitty]

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

#Downton abbey #downton abbey x reader #Downton abbey x you #downton abbey imagine #Thomas barrow #Thomas barrow x reader #Thomas barrow x you #Thomas barrow imagine

[serevena]

Omg I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write something about Abby and the reader dry-humping while making out and Abby makes the reader cum in her pants and then like makes fun of her for it. Please and thank you. 😊 (sorry if this ask is cringey asl 😭)

Abby smiled against your lips, her black compressed shirt hugging her abdomen so perfectly it made you question her existence as a whole.

Your hands roamed her back, her grey sweatpants tugging ever so slightly against your pants with every thrust. You both let out moans of content, and your mind ventured to your nails digging into her back, which, mind you, was still fucked up from yesterday.

She parted from your lips to look down at you, her calloused hands rubbing your face before she slipped a thumb in your mouth, smiling wider when you gladly accepted it. “That feel good?” She mumbled, and you nodded, wrapping your legs around her. “I wanna touch you so bad.” She spoke, a harsh breath just a few seconds after. And that..that drove you over the edge.

Your body shook, and she knew. She didn’t mind you getting loud but she wasn’t trying to wake up the neighbors at 12:53PM because she couldn’t keep it in her pants, so she began kissing you again, and again, and again, feeling impossibly closer to you. Your breath became somewhat feverish as she lets your ride out your high before moving her clothed cunt away from yours. She saw a wet patch through your pants and let out a chuckle.

“I didn’t even touch you yet.”

#serevena #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson tlou #tlou abby #abby x you #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou2 #tlou2 abby #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #downton abbey #abby anderson drabble #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson oneshot #abby anderson x you #abigail anderson drabble #abigail anderson oneshot #abigail anderson x fem!reader #abigail anderson smut #abigail anderson x reader #abigail anderson #lesbian smut #lesbian #lesbian nsft

[importantgalaxyrunaway]

Master list

disclaimer: I am dyslexic so their may be spelling errors but I use spell check. All are fem reader. Send me an ask if you want male reader.

COLBY BROCK - 👻🖤🔮✨

(this series is Colby and y/n going to the sallie house and him comforting her)

midnight cuddles - chapter 1

good morning princess- chapter 2

Sallie house- chapter 3

The investigation- chapter 4

possessed- chapter 5

I love you- chapter 6

comments- chapter 7

Movies night/ Valentine’s Day (your sams sister and go on a date with Colby)

You slept with my sister!-part 2 (your sams sister and go on a date with Colby)

Halloween party (Colby gets jealous)

FINNICK ODAIR 💙🌊💍🧜‍♂️

(you and finnick go into the arena)

Nightmares part 1

The ring part 2

Chariot rides part 3

Training part 4

TOM BRANSON 🇮🇪❤️☘️🍀

Valentine’s Day

STEVE HARRINGTON 🍦🥰 ♥️🍨

keep the door open!!! —(hopper is your dad and Steve is in your room)

vecna —(you get taken by vecna)

RUMBELLE

dragons days

CORIOLANUS SNOW 🕊️🥀🐍🌹

Between the bars—(Coryo and y/n have their first kiss)

honeysuckle —-(what if Coryo met y/n in the arena)

MATHEW MURDOCK 🥊👿❤️🦯

the snap part 1 —(what if Matt disappeared in the blip)

better than the devil part 2 —-(what if Matt disappeared in the blip)

Sundays (newlyweds have a Sunday together and go to church)

Trust me there is many more to come.

#fanfic #sam and colby #colby brock #colby brock fanfic #colby x reader #fanfiction #colby brock fic #finnick x reader #finnick x y/n #thg x reader #thg fanfiction #fanfic writing #masterlist #thg finnick #dating finnick odair would include #colby brock x reader #downton abbey #tom branson x reader #tom branson #rumbelle #ouat fandom #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve x y/n #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #snow x reader #snow x you #matt murdock x you

[thestarlightforge]

It doesn’t make sense, they’ve already said Cora’s maiden name in the OG series, etc. etc. BUT—

What if Cora Crawley was Marion & Larry’s daughter. That’s why she’s so awesome. And “Gilded Age” ends with her going off to England

#is this anything #I love this show lol #julian fellowes #you own my heart sir #larry russell #marian brook #marian x larry #larry x marian #cora crawley #downton abbey #the gilded age #the gilded age spoilers

[callhimnowmarisamylove]

Cobert + Hugs

#downton abbey #cobert #cora crawley #robert crawley #hugh bonneville #elizabeth mcgovern #cora x robert #oops i made another #the parallels between 1 and 4 #it's a bit uuugghh #ok i don't have any other plans at this point #but this was fun! #stella this is dedicated to you with love #hehe #my gifs

[okay-j-hannah]

Episode 4: The New Heir

Doctor Who : Multishot

Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 3790

Warnings: the spanish flu pandemic of 1918 and lots of references to characters in Downton Abbey - I apologize if you’ve never seen the series but I would highly recommend it 🤩

Request: This just came from my own head 😊

A/N: Follow the lives of the Crawley family and their servants in their Edwardian country estate as they search for the next heir, who will be asked to learn from the Lord and will be encouraged to be friendly with the eldest daughter.

Episode 3: As You Wish

Episode 4: The New Heir {You Are Here}

Episode 5: The Unknown Subject

The sound of tinkling forks and knives sang throughout the dining room. The rich mahogany table was bedecked with a number of alluring dishes and delicious scents. The guests were all alight by candelabras and the newly installed electric light.

(Y/N) cut a piece of the roasted chicken, tasting the rosemary instantly. The kitchens never disappointed in Downton.

Nor did the company. Seeing as life on the estate was frightfully dull without the people, (Y/N) took pleasure in the conversation. She enjoyed recognizing each of them as people from her own life.

Most of all the Doctor.

He sat beside her, taking on the persona of John Smith once more. “Please send my compliments to the kitchen,” he said politely, “You’re quite right – jammie dodgers are my favorite. I appreciate the homemade touch.”

The table rounded with laughs. (Y/N) looked over and eyed his plate full of desserts. He was lucid like her. Truly the Doctor playing the part just like her.

She turned back to the guests. “How have you enjoyed our gardens, Lady Cassandra?”

The heavily laden woman pursed her lips. She was covered in furs and feathers, practically getting in the way of the food she was pecking at. It was a surprise she could move her eyelids at all with the amount of makeup packed there.

Clearly she was a woman desperately holding onto her beauty as she fell out of her prime.

“I prefer roses over your tulips. But they’re beautiful, nonetheless. I didn’t expect the grounds to be so sunny in the country. It’d dry me out if I didn’t have my butler with me.”

(Y/N) held back a snicker thinking about her sniveling little comrade, Chip. The Doctor cleared his throat, apparently thinking back on the troubles the Lady Cassandra had caused in their own reality.

“You must visit our Downton Village Flower Show,” Lady Crawley said. She was the one supposed to be (Y/N)’s mother – she was one of the few (Y/N) didn’t recognize from her own world.

“I made a report on that,” Sir Octavian recalled from down the table, “And I will say the Lady Cassandra has a point about roses. They were the flower that won the show.” He played the local head of the newspaper in this reality.

(Y/N) took a sip of her wine, “If I’m not mistaken, you have a likeness for gardens, Sir Octavian.”

The man nodded, “I rather enjoy taking strolls. Particularly through statues and fountains as well. I’ve recently acquired a set of stone angels for my own garden.”

The Doctor spoke suddenly through a full mouth, “Weeping angels?”

“Yes, fascinating, aren’t they?” Sir Octavian remarked.

(Y/N) swallowed her chicken. If only the Sir remembered what the weeping angels did to him in the real world.

Mrs. Smith spoke, “I would be interested in seeing a piece about the local hospitals in the newspaper – if you don’t mind me saying so, Sir Octavian.”

“Mother, please,” the Doctor spoke quietly, “You can engage in your advertisements aside from the dinner table.”

His mother was being played by Harriet Jones.

“I apologize – Mother can be rather headstrong about the good causes.”

“I do believe you inherited that trait,” (Y/N) mumbled his way.

Lady Crawley spoke loudly to change the subject, “How have your tours of the village gone, (Y/N)?”

The Doctor responded, “Splendid, really. You’ve got countryside that will last for hundreds of years. Just imagine how they’ll grow and be preserved as national parks one day. An honorable way to preserve the ancient grasslands of England.”

The table had gone silent, forks and knives still.

(Y/N) kicked the Doctor beneath the table.

“Forgive me – just voicing silly antics Lady (Y/N) and I came up with on our adventures.”

“Adventures?” Lord Grantham, (Y/N)’s father, spoke, “Is that what you’re calling your daily outings?”

(Y/N) smiled, “That’s what they are more or less. The latest included a picnic overlooking the village. We tried to attract the rabbits with leftover salad clippings,” she snickered.

The table now shared their fondness for each other. It was no secret they were all in support of the pair to end their friendship in marriage. John Smith was the new heir to Downton and would inherit the title and estate from the family.

Should (Y/N) marry him, the family would have proper cause to remain at the house.

It was peculiar to play a part in a story where they should end up married. (Y/N) certainly didn’t mind, but she wondered what the Doctor thought.

He lifted his glass of wine, took a rather large sip, and spit the entirety of it back into the cup.

~~~

Amy was undoing (Y/N)’s hair, braiding it into a style to sleep in. “I’ve heard some wonderful things about your time with Mr. Smith.”

(Y/N) smiled, “I’ve heard similar things about you and Mr. Williams.”

“The valet?” Amy said with forced surprise, “Heard what things?”

“That you’re to be married,” (Y/N) eyed the woman through her vanity mirror, “That Father has starting searching for a cottage you two could stay in near the house.”

Amy sighed heavily, “Who told you?”

“I was the one who asked for cottage advertisements from Sir Octavian today on Father’s behalf.”

“Fine,” Amy grinned, “Now you share. I’ve noticed how Mr. Smith watches you when he thinks nobody is looking – if you don’t mind me saying.”

(Y/N) turned in her seat, “I rather like your forward nature, Amelia. Just don’t let Mother hear you speak like that.”

There was a knock at the door and a whispered voice, “(Y/N)?”

Amy was frozen and hesitant as she neared the door that was already opening. There stood the Doctor.

“Oh, hello,” he said in an animated voice. “I mean, I’m sorry – could I have a word with Lady (Y/N).”

“Let him in, Amelia,” (Y/N) spoke softly, “And I’d rather you keep this event to yourself, please.”

Amy nodded, letting the Doctor in and shutting the door behind her. Not before she shared a smirk with (Y/N).

The Doctor strode in, rubbing his hands together. (Y/N) took a relieved breath every time she saw him act like himself now. It was comforting after spending a couple realities of him not knowing the truth.

But it was still peculiar with how different he looked. He was still wearing his dress clothes – a suit with an ironed collar and shiny brass buttons – and shoes polished to see your reflection in them. His hair was combed and styled in a professional manner; it made her miss seeing it bounce about as he got into his usual eccentrics.

“Right,” he said quickly, “Splendid work playing the part. I thought a few times there we’d been spotted for being frauds but thankfully we were spared an immediate time jump.”

“You mean the times you ate nothing but jammie dodgers, spit back up the wine, and prattled on about the future national parks of the England grasslands?”

The Doctor threw a hand in the air, “Not important. I only meant to congratulate you on keeping up appearances.” He made to exit the room, but (Y/N) grasped his arm.

“What, that’s it?” she said with sudden anger, “You haven’t been cleverly thinking of some escape plan?”

“We’re surviving with the plan we have.” He held onto her head and planted a kiss in her hair. “Enjoy the fun while we’re stuck here!”

And he bounced for the door before she could lash at him with something more harsh. She still had yet to say something about her mysterious conversation with River Song. She very much wanted to hear from her again.

Not that she didn’t mind the luxury of Downton in the meantime. It was rather enjoyable going on rides or picnics with the Doctor while being treated like royalty on the estate. But that didn’t stop her from wanting to be just (Y/N).

(Y/N) and the Doctor. Companions traveling through time and space.

~~~

It was shaping to be a rather dull weekend as (Y/N) walked the grounds. Looking towards the skies she noticed incoming storm clouds. Clouds that were abnormal for the current season.

The Doctor had gone to meddle in the cottage affair with Mr. Williams and Amelia.

It left (Y/N) with a sense of boredom as she wandered. That was until she heard strange sounds coming from the estate.

She flew around, pebbles scattering around her feet. It sounded like… well, it sounded like the tardis.

She ran for the house, finding herself the staircase immediately and following the sound as it grew louder. She reached rooms that only the servants dealt with. Running through corridors and bumping into footmen and maids.

“Pardon me, Miss.”

“Sorry, Miss.”

“Lady (Y/N), is everything all right?”

(Y/N) ignored them all, hearing the wheeze of the tardis louder and louder until she reached a tearoom. She stood against it, catching her breath and hearing the sound warp.

She braced herself and opened the door. There in full glory was the tardis. It stood glowing and ominous as the day she saw it concealed in the trees.

Closing the door behind her, she whispered, breathless, “River?”

There was no answer.

“River, please,” she pleaded, reaching the box handle and pulling. It remained locked tight. “Hello?” (Y/N) knocked.

“Hello?”

“River!”

“(Y/N), finally!” River laughed, “I’m sorry our last conversation was cut short.”

(Y/N) sighed, leaning against the police box, “We don’t have much time. The dream doesn’t like us asking questions… or making escape plans, for that matter.”

“Have you gotten the Doctor to see the truth?” she spoke within (Y/N)’s mind.

“Yes, though I don’t think he sees the entirety of it.”

River grumbled, “What’s he going on about now?”

“Well, he refuses to think of another way out other than playing our characters assigned to us.”

“No, no – that’s just a mode of survival,” River said, “We can’t talk here. I can already feel the connection getting severed. You need to be somewhere away from the place you woke up.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Somewhere away from the estate.”

“Get somewhere far as soon as you can. Then I’ll try and reach you again – good luck, sweetie.”

(Y/N) felt a tug in her heart. River became silent and when (Y/N) blinked, the tardis was gone. She was left alone in a tearoom.

It was imperative that she got to a faraway location. Feeling out of breath, she ran for the staircase once more, the house slippers dainty on her running feet. She had to lift the hem of her dress as she ran outside, noticing how the grumbling clouds ahead seemed closer, and angrier.

Not trusting herself to remember how to ride a horse like in the last reality, she took off for the tree line on foot.

Trying to convince a chauffer to drive her would be impossible, besides she had to be alone when she sought after River Song. The delicate hairstyle that Amelia braided was coming undone as she fought against the hills and grass and incoming wind.

If the Doctor wasn’t going to do anything about an escape plan, then she was going to have to step up. She didn’t want to be stuck having to pretend in each new existence. She wanted the Doctor back. The Doctor and their old life.

Finding cover under a grove of trees, the light became considerably darker as the storm clouds sat heavy above her. She was far enough from the house now that perhaps the dream would be preoccupied with trying to locate her.

Then there was the wheeze of the tardis again.

“River!” she shouted, unafraid in the sanctuary of the woods. Quite like in the last reality, the tardis appeared nestled between the trees.

“(Y/N)? Brilliant, you were able to get away.”

“But I don’t know for how long,” she replied, running to the blue wood and placing a hand there. “Tell me how to get out of here.”

The tardis warped as River’s voice came through like a static walkie-talkie. “I told you there’ll have to be a big shock. (Y/N), I think you have to scare yourself awake. Like waking from a nightmare.”

(Y/N) leaned against the spaceship, ignoring the light spackle of rain that began to fall. “How am I supposed to scare myself awake?”

“I have my theories,” River continued, the metallic sound of buttons being pressed could be heard through the trees. “But none of them are pretty.”

“What can I do?”

“You’re going to have to die.”

(Y/N) felt the breath stick in her lungs, the smell of damp soil and rain filling her quickly emptying brain.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s the natural survival instinct. Like if you were trapped underwater, your body has a natural self-preservation instinct to get air back in your lungs. In this case, your body will wake itself up if your dream state is compromised.”

She soaked up the information, “And the Doctor?”

“I can imagine finding you dead would be enough of a shock to wake himself up.”

(Y/N) now leaned her head against the tardis, the rain beginning to fall more forcefully, “How do you suggest it happens?”

“For the last couple hours I’ve been working on how I can manipulate the conditions of your dream. I could make something plausible happen to you – something realistic to the reality you’re in so the dream isn’t suspicious.”

“Seems a little farfetched.”

“I’ve been manipulating the atmosphere from inside the tardis. Has the weather changed at all since we’ve been talking?”

(Y/N) gave a choked laugh, “It started to rain.”

River sighed, “Excellent. You should expect to get sick in the next day or so.”

“By your doing?”

“Precisely,” River said, “I hear the Spanish flu is all the rage in this time period.”

(Y/N) grimaced, “That doesn’t seem like a pleasant way to go.”

“But it’ll wake you up,” River urged, “We’re running out of time. I’ll see you soon, please keep the Doctor in check.”

The tardis was beginning to fade beneath her fingers, “Sure, thank you River,” she said, backing away and under the full deluge of rain. “You better make it quick.”

The spaceship was fully disappearing now, and the massive droplets of rain were feeling colder by the second. Being drenched in the cold would surely weaken her immune system. And then all River had to do was put someone with the flu virus in her vicinity.

With so many members of staff and incoming guests at Downton, that part was simple.

The trek back to the estate was much more grueling than running from it. With the combination of the rain and the slip of her soaking slippers, she was a mess upon entering the house.

Having fallen in the overflowing hills, the white of her tights were torn and muddy. The delicate soles of her shoes were compromised and left her toes wet and cold. Her hair fell from their braids, left damp and curled against her face.

She resisted the shivers as a lady’s maid gasped at the sight of her.

“Lady (Y/N)!” It was Amelia, “What happened to you?”

“Good evening, Amelia,” she replied, “How was your house hunting?”

The lady’s maid ran over to grasp her arm, “Abysmal – the rain ruined the fun. We just returned. My lord, you’re chilled to the bone.” She pulled on her arm, towards the stairs, “Let’s get you warm. There’s a cold going around and I’d hate for you to catch it.”

(Y/N) smiled ironically at her maid. The year was 1918 and the Spanish flu pandemic was fully on its way. River knew what she was doing.

“I hope Mr. Smith hasn’t returned,” Amelia continued, guiding (Y/N) into her bedroom. “I’d hate for him to see you like this.”

“Would you now?” (Y/N) sighed, the forward nature of her maid – gossiper that she was – could be just what she needed now. “Why is that?”

“Well, on our ride today…” Amelia began, gathering dry clothes and stoking the fireplace, “I told you of my suspicions of his affections toward you. Now there isn’t a doubt in my mind.”

(Y/N) waited for the maid to help her into her nightgown. “Quite the spy you are, Amelia.”

“I beg your pardon, miss. But it’s true – that man has got his heart set on you something fierce.” She fixed the buttons on the nightgown and got a towel to dry (Y/N)’s hair. “I know he’d fret over you if you fell ill.”

“Kind of him,” she said quietly, seeking the softness of the bedsheets. “I’m terribly tired, Amelia. Please send apologies to my family. I don’t believe I’ll attend dinner tonight.”

“Of course, M’lady,” Amy bowed, “I’ll ask that they don’t disturb you.” She made sure the fireplace was full and hot before exiting the room.

(Y/N) laid there trying to get warm. A headache was already growing, and a tickle residing in her throat.

~~~

River worked fast.

Within the next three days a fever grew to exponential degrees. She was wracked with insomnia and coughing fits. She was prone to nosebleeds and sweating through the sheets.

A medical doctor listened to her lungs and met with the group of people waiting for the prognosis outside the room.

With the door ajar, (Y/N) could just barely make out the conversation.

“She’s entering respiratory failure,” the doctor whispered, “Pneumonia has ravaged her lungs. I’d expect things to get a lot worse within the next day.”

Other worried mutterings filled the space. “How long?” came the determined voice of John – the Doctor.

“It’d be a miracle if she made it through the night.”

And that’s why the pandemic was so historic. People would catch the flu and a few days later would die. It killed them quick.

The family thanked the doctor, but John was quick to request time alone with her. The door was shut and (Y/N) could feel the pressure of someone leaning in beside her.

Nimble fingers found her clammy hand, “(Y/N)…”

Her feverish head rolled on the pillow, rasping when she said, “Doctor?”

“I don’t understand,” he said quietly, holding her hand more fiercely. “I didn’t think this would be a part of our script.”

“It’s just a dream, Doctor,” she coughed, “I’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know that,” he said darkly, “We don’t know what’s keeping us here.”

She fell victim to the pneumonia, coughing savagely. The Doctor grabbed her arm as if he could pull her to him and make it all better. He felt hopeless. He felt angry.

“We need to change the reality,” he ground out. “We need to leave this script.”

“That won’t change anything,” she rasped. “We have to let this play out.”

“I can’t,” he said quietly.

The fever was making her delusional, but it sounded like the Doctor was teary.

“Stop,” she said breathlessly, her eyes closed against the heat in her head. “Leave it be.”

“I can’t,” he repeated, “I won’t.”

She was fading, about to succumb to another bout of terrible, sickened sleep. She weakly wriggled her fingers within his grasp. “This is how we escape.”

The Doctor froze beside her, the wetness developing behind his eyes stalled. “What do you mean?”

“River…” she whispered, falling deeper in her sickness.

“River?” he said, “You’ve contacted River Song?” He stood from where his was kneeling, “What has she been telling you?”

(Y/N) had fallen under, the wheeze of her breath the symphony of her bloody lungs. The Doctor leaned over her, furious at being left out of a conspiracy. He was shaking, unable to look at the speckle of sweat against her temples, unable to look at the bluish tinge of her lips or the dark circles under her eyes.

Was it River’s doing? Was she the reason (Y/N) became fatally ill? She was smart enough to trick the rules of the dream state.

“Oi!” he suddenly yelled, “Hey!” He left (Y/N)’s bedside, screaming up at the ceiling, “You’re being manipulated. This was a revision of the dream. Someone is trying to invade. Please…” he breathed heavy, looking towards the sky. “Please don’t let her die.”

~~~

(Y/N) woke up sitting in a rolling desk chair. She was dressed in a professional women’s cut suit and a brown file folder was on the round table in front of her. She was in a meeting room with glass walls and a flatscreen tv.

She rubbed at her temples, the last remnants of the Spanish flu fading away. “What the hell…” she grumbled.

The door suddenly flew open, a group of people all similarly dressed in professional attire coming in with their own file folders.

Jack Harkness, Donna Noble, Amy Pond, and Rory Williams.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Jack winked, sitting beside her, “Did you sleep here?”

“Must’ve,” she said, massaging a crick in her neck, “We’ve been swamped with the press.”

Donna scoffed, sitting down and kicking her feet up, “You’re telling me! Those scavengers will pick our bones clean to get the tiniest detail on this case.”

“Hey, you’re the best liaison we have,” Amy nudged her friend, “I just can’t believe they asked the DAU to help with the case.”

(Y/N) scrunched her brow, finally reading the ink stamp on the front of her file folder.

DAU: Disaster Analysis Unit.

“This is a high profile case,” Rory said, opening his side bag to find his glasses, “They need as much help as they can get.”

“I don’t fancy the world ending because of some lunatic in a cocktail dress,” Donna said, flipping through the folder, “I mean who decides to be on the run from international governments in four-inch heels.”

“Classy,” Jack said with a grin, “If I was a criminal, I’d want to do it in style too.”

The door opened again, and (Y/N) had to consciously keep her mouth shut. The Doctor came walking in, file folder in hand. He was in a clean, pressed suit, his hair combed to the side and the lightest bit of scruff growing on his face.

He looked so un-Doctorish, but terribly attractive.

“Good morning, team,” he said with a commanding tone. He must have been the head of the DAU team. “We’ve gotten our next case and have pressure from all sides to apprehend her before a doomsday occurs.”

He went to turn the tv on, “Previously our unknown subject, she’s been identified after her last attempt to devastate England. She was caught trying to plague major cities with vials of disease she developed at her university. She tried to cause a worldwide pandemic.”

(Y/N) gulped, already guessing who their unknown subject was.

The tv flickered on and plastered to the screen was a picture of the suspect:

Professor River Song.

~~~

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[autumnrose11]

also a separate mary/matthew question: what are their love languages? both to give and receive

Thank you for the ask!! Sorry it took a while, I was trying to get it perfect :D

SO. Matthew is a person who’s affectionate in visible, transparent ways. We’ve seen that so many times on the show. He kisses Mary’s cheek in greeting and goodbye. He likes a fair bit of PDA (the cricket match kiss..... he could NOT get back to the game without giving her a smooch!) not too over the top, but the way he does it leaves no doubt of how madly in love he is. He also LOVES cuddling - I’m taking that “I’ve held you in my arms....” scene as proof that this is a man who adores cuddles and snuggles. And he comes up with the SWEETEST verbal professions of love, too. They make my heart melt every time. - “I could never be happy with anyone else as long as you walk the earth." “I do love you so terribly much. “I will love you till the last breath leaves my body.” “I didn’t think it was possible to love as much as I love you.” “I fall more in love with you every day that passes." He’s such an adorable romantic! And he really likes doing things for and with Mary.... getting her necklaces because he knows she’s fond of them, giving her belly rubs during her pregnancies, dancing with her..... oh, he loves her too much.

Mary, though.... she’s more complex, and her love language is a little more subtle. The thing with Mary is... she’s not a person who will gush about how much she loves you. It’s hard for her to express herself verbally. But when someone has deeply cemented themselves in her heart, they can never for a moment doubt how much she loves them. She uses her “I love you”s more sparingly. Actions speak louder than words where she’s concerned. Her beauty lies in the things she does for Matthew that demonstrate how much he means to her. When he’s working late in the library, she lays on the settee to keep him company. She distracts him when she knows he's thinking about the war (especially in early November when Remembrance Day draws nearer). She calms him down when he has nightmares, simply by holding him and kissing him and reassuring him that everything’s all right and he’s perfectly safe with her. She gives him endless massages with warm, scented oil when his back hurts him. When he’s ill, she devotes herself to him body and soul. She doesn’t leave Matthew for a moment, unless she really has to. She gives him a rub between the shoulders when he’s hunched from sitting at the desk too long (in 3x04). AND SHE LOVES KISSING HIM. Yes. She likes their snog sessions, kissing him and being kissed. Mary uses kisses to convince him that she’s on his side (“There.... will that convince you?”), she uses it to apologise after they’ve had a tiff, she uses it to reassure him and support him. And she plays with Matthew’s ears quite often - if you notice, during most of their kisses, she's touching his earlobes..... oh, and she likes running her fingers through his hair. HIS THICK SOFT BEAUTIFUL HAIR. Her touch, her loving gaze, her tiny caresses..... Matthew treasures her gestures of affection, because they perfectly complement his.

#asks #answered #thank you! #sorry I took a while to answer this #Matthew x Mary #Mary x Matthew #Matthew Crawley #Mary Crawley #Do please flood my inbox #although I might take a while to formulate a coherent response XD #Downton Abbey

[lunar-years]

and you know damn well / for you, I would ruin myself a million little times

Part 24/?? of my ships x taylor swift songs | Edith Crawley & Michael Gregson

#can I admit I was so pissed off when that man got murdered like HELLO. #can this woman not catch a gd break. #they are also proof that you have sex once and it ruins your life /s #jfjdjsieo #edith crawley #Michael Gregson #Edith crawley x Michael Gregson #downton abbey #downton abbey aesthetic #Katie’s ships & songs

[byeletty]

is the scene where Mary and Matthew dance with the gramophone the most romantic scene of all time or ??

#downton abbey #mary x matthew #I had to watch it twice in a row #WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING PERFECT I AM YELLING #you are my stick #HOWEVER MUCH I MIGHT WANT TO #screaming.

[fandomsbyladymelodrama]

Totally forgot to post this update here last week. A surprise Richard x Lavinia chapter, for those who enjoy seeing Lord and Lady Carlisle living their best lives (also some general commentary on the E&A rumors currently swirling through Yorkshire) <3

#downton abbey #richard carlisle #lavinia swire #richard x lavinia #edith crawley #anthony strallan #edith x anthony #not technically a sequel to 'don't ever let me be a nuisance' #but it works so read it that way if you wish #i certainly am willing to imagine them in happy ever after #:)

[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

[thank-god-and-you]

[Read Secretum Lingua Caritate on FFN]

Probably requested by @annambates or @awesomegreentie

“Damn!”

John’s irritated curse resonates through the cottage. Anna winces as Johnny giggles, clapping his sudsy hands together in the bathtub.

“John!” she calls in return, exasperated herself. “Don’t say that!”

She hears the echo of her husband’s cane as he makes his way towards the bathroom, and he pokes his head around the door.

“Sorry,” he says gruffly, not sounding as apologetic as he should. “Johnny’s left one of his bricks out. I didn’t see it and stepped on it.” He gestures down to his foot.

Since she can’t assess the damage through a sock, Anna’s compassion remains limited. “Even so, I don’t want you saying such words in Johnny’s earshot. You know what children are like, they’re sponges at this age!”

Johnny splashes water as if in agreement, sending his little boat spinning as if on a tidal wave. Anna keeps a hold on him to stop him from lurching after it, expertly pushing it back into his tiny hands as she turns back to her husband.

“Next time, watch where you’re putting your feet,” she scolds him gently. “You might need glasses if you didn’t see it.”

John scowls at her, more wounded pride than irascibility. “I don’t need glasses. We need to start teaching Johnny to put his things away when he’s had them.”

“He can’t walk or talk,” Anna says, rolling her eyes. “He’s hardly going to clean up after himself.”

“You don’t sound very sympathetic,” John pouts, sitting himself on the lip of the tub.

“That’s because I’m not,” she says, reaching across for the flannel to soap Johnny’s back. Their son giggles, throwing suds up in front of him.

“Is that what life has become now? Can a man no longer get pity from his wife?”

“Not with injuries of his own making.”

“Well, if that’s the kind of reception I get, I’m going,” John grumbles, but he belies his words by bending down to drop a kiss into her hair, nuzzling against her temple for a brief moment.

“We won’t be long,” Anna tells him, and watches him leave the room with affectionate impatience.

She finishes bathing Johnny and gathers him into her arms to return to his little bedroom.  He babbles happily, his blond hair tufting on his head with the gentle towelling it’s received. She tucks him into snug bedclothes before he can get too cold, no easy feat with his flailing arms and legs, and rewards him with a tickle to his round tummy when she’s done. Johnny giggles loudly, his fat little appendages waving more enthusiastically in delight.

“Mamamamamamamam,” he squeals, reaching out to grab at an errant curl of her hair.

Anna doesn’t know if she can count that as his first word or not. There’s no doubt that he’s getting closer to it every day that passes, but she doesn’t think it’s distinct enough yet.

At that moment, John appears in the doorway. He’s divested himself of his jacket, his shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbows.

“Mamamamamamamam,” Johnny squeals again upon seeing him.

“No,” John corrects, venturing further into the room to sit on the edge of the bed beside him, “I’m Dada, remember? Da-da.”

“Stop trying to confuse him,” Anna scolds. “We both know he’s supposed to say Mama first. Isn’t that right, my darling?” she goes back to tickling his tummy. “Ma-ma!”

“Mamamamamamamam!”

“I see that’s going just as well for you,” John smirks. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed the lack of a proper greeting.”

“Honestly, men. So insecure the moment a woman’s attention is elsewhere for even a moment.”

“Honestly, women,” he counters, “forgetting all about their men once they’ve got the baby they wanted.”

They laugh at each other, and Anna stretches up on her knees to plant a soft kiss onto his mouth. He steadies her with a hand on her waist, inviting her closer. She doesn’t resist him. Any mild irritation that might have been lingering before with his liberal use of colourful language around their son’s delicate ears melts away with his careful passion.

“How’s work?” she asks when she pulls away.

John sighs. “Nothing new to report. Thomas has been giving me a headache, as usual. I’ve missed having you there.”

“I’ve missed seeing you too,” she admits. She’s taken a couple of days off to stay at home with Johnny, who has been a little grizzly with a cough. Nothing to worry about, Doctor Clarkson had reassured them, but Anna doesn’t want to leave her son in the care of Nanny. Lady Mary agrees with her, knowing how she struggled to conceive, and has granted her the time to be with him for her own peace of mind.

“Johnny looks brighter,” John observes, moving his large hand to rest gently atop her own on Johnny’s stomach.

“He is,” she agrees. “Another day or two and I should be back at work.”  But she can’t pretend that she hasn’t enjoyed her time being at home with her son. She loves her work at Downton, of course, but sometimes she wonders if they should revisit the old idea of the hotel. It’s been put on hold time and time again for one reason or another, but now could be the perfect moment to give it proper consideration again. Johnny is getting older, they could work their schedule around their own needs instead of the family’s, and it would give them more time to spend together. Anna would miss working for Lady Mary, of course she would, but her priorities have changed over the years, especially in the more recent one with the birth of their son.

She makes a note to bring the subject up to John on their next half-day, when they have the time to have a proper discussion about it.

“Come on,” she says gently now, pushing that stubborn strand of hair away from her husband’s forehead. “Let me put Johnny to bed and I’ll get supper out of the oven for you.”

“No, I’ll do that,” he says. “I haven’t seen him all day, I’d like to.”

Anna nods in understanding, standing. “Well, don’t be too long. You must be hungry.”

She watches as he scoops their son gently into his arms and carries him out of the room, cradling him with devotion.

Yes, they need to have the discussion very soon indeed.

-- --

The following weeks pass smoothly. Anna returns to work and Johnny returns to the nursery alongside the Crawley children, and they fall into the same routine that has governed their lives since Johnny’s birth. They collect him each night once their duties are done and make the walk back down to the cottage with him tucked tight into his pram. Sometimes he is grumpy at being disturbed from his warm and cosy cot in the nursery, and Anna always feels a stab of guilt at his fussing. A reproachful part of her that is growing increasingly difficult to ignore tells her that he should have been tucked up in his own bed many hours before.

They still want their old dream, of course. The image of the hotel has been a constant in her picture of the future, perhaps only dimming briefly through the darkest period of her life. The timing just never seems to be quite right.

But perhaps now is the time to make the timing right. She feels the tug of exhaustion at the end of a long day, and hasn’t failed to notice the weary lines on John’s face, or the way he drags himself up the stairs at night. He hates to acknowledge it and she feels disloyal for thinking it, but he’s not getting any younger, and while running their own business would be very hard work, it’s nothing they aren’t used to already and they could at least be finished at a reasonable hour every evening, giving them more quality time to spend together and with their son. A half-day every fortnight hardly seems adequate when she thinks about all the struggles they had to bring him into the world.

And so she broaches the subject first, knowing that John will always go at her pace, wait for her to make the choice, as he has done ever since that awful, dark night all those years ago, making sure she does it as John settles himself in bed beside her.

“I think it’s time,” she says.

John pauses in the middle of settling on his side, twisting his head on the pillow, a frown on his face. “Time for what?”

She clarifies, “Time to start looking for our hotel. I want to. This is the right moment now.”

For a moment, John stares at her uncomprehendingly. “What?”

She rolls her eyes at his obliviousness, but supposes she’ll let him off. After all, it’s been a long day, and she’s voiced her wishes quite out of the blue. “The hotel,” she repeats. “Our future. It’s time we started planning. I don’t want us to delay any longer. We’ve done enough of that already.”

The smile that spreads across John’s face, slightly disbelieving, deliriously happy, makes her heart contract in her chest. She knows he would have liked to have pursued that dream a long time ago, but had never pushed her on the subject, giving her full control over their future. She had always felt slightly anxious at the thought of leaving everyone she knew behind, especially after the support she had received during the most awful times in her life, but now she feels regretful. Guilty for making John delay.

He deserves the chance to be included in all of the special milestones in his son’s life, not hearing about them second-hand from Nanny. He’d already been denied the opportunity to be there for her when she had miscarried before, when she’d been so terrified that she was losing Johnny.

She doesn’t want to miss out on those important milestones. How jealous and upset would she be if it was Nanny who witnessed his first steps, and not her, his mother? Nothing is more important to her than her son, her family, and it’s time that she made that clear once and for all.

“Our future,” John breathes, his whole face aglow with boyish delight. “Do you mean it, Anna?”

“I do,” she reassures him. “It’s time.”

John reaches across for her, his arm warm and heavy across her stomach as he leans down to kiss her with breathless delight. She smiles against his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

At that moment, they are interrupted by a distinctive voice.

“Damn! Damn!”

For a moment, they’re both frozen; then Anna pulls away from her husband’s mouth, wide-eyed, to peer into the cot at the side of their bed.

“Was that…?” she asks faintly.

John’s expression is caught somewhere between confused and amused. “I think so, yes.”

As one, they scramble across the mattress to peer into the cot. Johnny pulls himself up onto stocky little legs, peering up at them with reproach, as if he’s quite tired of not being the centre of their universe.  Noticing that he now has their full attention, he breaks into a toothless smile, reaching up for them.

“Damn!” he repeats.

“…His first word,” Anna says, horrified.

“Bloody hell,” says John, and she elbows him in the stomach. “Ouch! What was that for?”

“You know very well, John Bates! This is your fault!”

“My fault?”

“Well, he hasn’t heard that language from me! How many times have I told you that babies are like sponges at this age? Oh, John, I could swing for you! Nanny will have a heart attack if she hears!”

Johnny reaches up beseechingly. “Damn! Damn!”

Anna reaches down for him, but he falls down on his bottom, his face reddening in that tell-tale way that tells a tantrum might be on its way.

“Damn!” he insists.

Anna freezes, comprehension trickling through her veins in a cool.

“Oh,” she says softly. “I understand now.”

“Understand what?” says John at her back. “Anna, what is it?”

“Damn! Damn!”

“Johnny wants you,” she says.

“What?”

“It’s what he’s calling you,” she says faintly. “Like Miss Sybbie calls Lord Grantham ‘Donk’. He’s heard you say it and now he thinks it’s your name. Look, he’s reaching for you.”

On cue, Johnny lifts his arms above his head, grasping fruitlessly at thin air. There’s a tell-tale hitch in his voice this time as he repeats the dreaded word. If John doesn’t pick him up now, a full-blown tantrum will explode, and that’s the last thing they want after an exhausting day.

“Oh, good God,” he groans, capitulating. Johnny’s displeasure evolves into satisfied coos as John hitches him against his shoulder. John bounces him slightly as he casts Anna a sheepish look. “I suppose all I can do is apologise?”

Anna groans, burying her face in her hands. “This is unbelievable. We’re not going to be able to take him into polite society again if he’s going to shout obscenities at people. Poor Nanny will be absolutely mortified, and I don’t know how I’m going to face the others. It’ll probably finish Mr. Carson off once and for all. And as for you, well, I’d probably leave the country now if I were you. He’s going to be giving you a very stern talking to.”

John is quiet for a moment. And then he raises an eyebrow, fixing her with a beseeching look. “What do you say to us leaving for our dream hotel right now?”

She can’t help it. She laughs. Snugs her arms around his waist and nestles against his side as he pulls her closer. Johnny continues to gurgle happily.

It might have been an unexpected and unwanted end to the day in many ways, but she can’t deny this: she wouldn’t change a thing about her beautiful little family for all the tea in China.

Even that pesky first word if it means that she gets to witness one of the most important milestones in her cherished son’s life.

She’ll just have to come down extra hard on John as punishment.

After all, the last thing they need is for his second word to be something like ‘hell’…

#John Bates #Anna Bates #Anna x Bates #Downton Abbey #Banna #my fanfiction #OTP: thank God and you #long post for ts

[just-two-blokes]

How I‘m imagining the first real encounter between Richard Ellis and Lord Robert Crawley:

Richard *stumbling upon Robert on his way through the estate*: 'I‘m sorry, M‘Lord. I was on the way to visit-'

Robert: 'Barrow, I know.'

Richard *freezing*: 'Excuse me, M‘Lord.'

Robert *grinning*: 'I must say, Barrow does have an eye for such.. things.'

*tips his hat at Richard and walks away*

#thomas barrow #richard ellis #downton abbey #thomas barrow x richard ellis #barris #robert crawley #you can‘t tell me this hasn‘t happened #Robert 'The boys ag Eton' Crawley

[noratheelk]

This is the coolest personality quiz I’ve ever seen and it’s incredible

Answer questions with sliders and then you get assigned a character from a list of 2,000! I freaking love statistics!!!!!

My results when I took the recommended version of the test:

My results after taking the 140-question exhaustive version:

(There’s two for each because on the left is Pearson correlation and left is mean difference)

Rebloging with what you got :)

The DS9 character I’m most like: *very happy about this*

#statistics #which character are you #star trek #star trek deep space 9 #star trek the next generation #star trek voyager #the vampire diaries #twilight #Ncis #pride and predujice #farenheit 451 #alien 1979 #agents of shield #marvel cinematic universe #downton abbey #the x files #Avatar the Last Airbender #frozen #the boys #futurama #arcane #fast and furious #personality quiz

[jolie-goes-downton]

Ask not what Thomas Barrow can do for you. Ask what you can do for Thomas Barrow.

#thomas barrow #downton abbey #richard ellis #thomas barrow x richard ellis #barris #downton abbey movie #downton abbey 2019 #downton abbey (2019) #ask what you can do for thomas barrow

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

The New Worker [part one]

Pairings: Thomas Barrow x platonic!teen!reader

Imagine: Thomas Barrow has a soft spot for the new worker

Warnings: angst, fluff, none else I believe

A/N Writing Thomas Barrow fics instead of actual request 🤝 Me

so I have no clue if it’s bad or not but I always liked Thomas from the beginning, my father think it’s only bc he’s gay, but it’s not, sure obviously I like that they have a gay character in Downton Abbey but it’s not the reason for why I like him

Oh and btw I have no clue how old you must be to be a maid/footman so I just go with that you can be a teenager for the fics sake. Anyway I hope you all will enjoy this as it’s my first time writing for Downton Abbey

NOT PROOFREAD yet I was just too excited to post it. Sorry :) And sorry if the characters are a bit wrong I’m trying to get the right way to write them the next ones will be better

[Next Part] [Masterlist)

Thomas had no clue who you were but as soon as he saw you he knew you’d be the death of him. The way you radiated kindness without doing anything but to stand still said something about you.

You had walked into the servants hall with a nervous and anxious smile stuck on your face. He had waited for you to say something. Anything really. But nothing came out of your mouth except for a small hello which your voice decided to crack in the middle of, so it came out in a way similar to a stutter. Thomas guessed you were a very shy and anxious person. So instead he decided to take some steps forward as he said hello and asked who you were. For some reason his mean demeanor had dropped and he made himself sound as nice as he could without making it like those baby voices you make to babies.

You had glanced up to actually look at his face and he had a smile plastered on it which was far more confident than yours. And as he was the first friendly face you saw — Carson having previously let you in while he dealt with something else (he had a rather angry look on his face) — you decided to speak up as good as you could. You weren’t much for talking, being a nervous and anxious wreck at the moment. But you tried to speak without any cracks or wavering to your voice.

“I’m Y/N L/N… the new maid/footman” Your voice might not have wavered or cracked but you did pause for a rather long second before you said the last part. Thomas noticed but didn’t comment. He had heard that there would be a new maid/footman but he didn’t know that you would be this young. You couldn’t be older than nineteen but you looked younger than that, maybe around sixteen to eighteen. He didn’t quite know how you managed to get a job that high in the ranking at such an age but it was an accomplishment that’s for sure. So he voiced his thoughts.

“You seem awfully young to have gotten such a job” his voice had reverted slightly to his usual one but you didn’t seem to notice at least you didn’t comment on it, the way that he didn’t comment on your shy stutters.

“Well I-“ you got cut of by the booming voice of Mr. Carson who was done with the matter he had previously had to deal with. Now it seemed like he could deal with you and let you in on all the information. He told you to follow him. And you did as he led you to his office. Leaving the kind man as you called Mr. Barrow behind.

Thomas being his usual self went to stand outside of Mr. Carson’s office. He didn’t have anything better to do anyway he was done with everything for the moment. So it wouldn’t hurt to listen in on their conversation.

He could hear most of the conversation but some words were muffled by the walls between Thomas and the two of you. Thomas could just barely make out your faint voice as words stuttered out from your mouth. It was all the usual boring information. About how he wanted you to learn as quickly as possible, that you were to make no mistakes, no scandals for the family, and blah blah blah. Well that’s until Mr. Carson told you to go find the man you had talked to before. “Mr. Barrow is to give you a tour around the house today and introduce you to everyone as he is the only one we can spare at the moment” with that Thomas heard a chair scrape the floor and realised that Mr.Carson was about to open the door. Thomas hurriedly walked a few meters away from the door to make it seem like he was walking toward the two of you. Luckily for Mr. Barrow, the door didn’t open for a few more minutes.

However when it did open Carson’s booming voice called out to Thomas and he quickly made his way to Carson and you. Carson told Thomas what he already knew. That he was to see you around the house and introduce you to everyone.

As the butler turned and walked away Thomas heard a breathy sigh escape your lips before he turned to you. He guessed you thought the butler was scary. He couldn’t blame you though as the first thing you had seen of Carson was him angry at a footman who did something wrong.

Instead of commenting on it like he usually did with everyone else he decided to ask another time. “Well come on then” Your head turned to him at those words. Innocent anxious eyes staring up at him. He thought you looked more like a child than a teenager at this moment (which would turn out to be a lot of moments in the future). He couldn’t help but to smile your way before he stalked forward towards the kitchen. While he did so he pointed out everything and every person that walked by. So far you knew who Mr. Carson and Mrs. Hughes were, plus a few maids and who the footmen were.

Eventually you were both in the kitchen where Thomas pointed out who everyone was. The cook, Mrs. Patmore was a short, round older woman with ginger hair. The young kitchen maid was Daisy who seemed to get yelled out a lot for things she did wrong. She had smiled saying a “Hello” to you before she went back to work. While Mrs. Patmore said a hello before going back to work, yelling for Daisy to take out whatever was in the oven.

Next thing William who was the footman as well as Mr. Barrow beside you walked into the kitchen. As the observer that you were, you noticed that William literally had heart eyes Daisy’s way. William was a blonde young man who seemed rather nice, a bit clumsy but nice. Not like Mr. Carson who seemed rather scary and angry all the time. Mrs. Hughes seemed nice enough, stern but nice. Then there was Sarah O’Brien. She was a friend of Thomas but you didn’t like her that much, she didn’t seem that friendly and looked like a person who stuck their noses where they didn’t belong (being completely oblivious about Thomas). Anna however was a blonde woman who was way too nice. She was the second one to show you any kindness after Thomas. Mr. Bates was the one person you couldn’t quite make out an opinion on yet, he was pretty nice but he glared daggers at Thomas who did the same back to Bates.

But in the end it didn’t matter if you only liked Thomas or if you liked everyone. They all seemed to adore you, even Lord Grantham and his family seemed to adore you.

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As time passed by you were still as shy as when you got there. It seemed like you didn’t want to talk to anyone and you mostly stayed in your room. But people still adored you. Because whenever you did speak or was out of your room you spoke nothing but kindness. It was in your nature. No one had ever seen you as anything but kind at Downton Abbey. They adored how you could naturally be that way. How even though you didn’t like someone you still showed nothing but kindness towards them. That’s why it was so strange to everyone that you weren’t drawn to the second most kindest soul at Downton. You weren’t drawn to Anna. Rather you were drawn to one of the troublemakers, to one of the mean ones as they called Mr. Barrow.

You didn’t know why they called Thomas mean and a bully. He had done nothing wrong to you. Mr. Barrow had done nothing wrong whenever you were near him. He was like a saint in your eyes. He was the first to show you kindness at Downton, even though everyone did. Thomas was still the first. For some reason you trusted Thomas more than the others. Maybe because he was the first one you talked to at Downton. You didn’t quite know.

Thomas however was no saint. No he only acted kind whenever you were around. Everyone noticed it. Though they thought it nice of Thomas to actually be nice for a change it was still only when you were around. Why he was so kind to you they didn’t know but no one could resist but to adore you, not even Thomas Barrow. He could act as mean as he liked whenever you weren’t around but as soon as you came into the room he was kind, well kinder at least.

Maybe he thought that as you were here he could actually get a friend. That’s why he was nice to you. He needed a friend. And not just O’Brien who he plotted schemes with, no he wanted a real actual friend. That spot was open for you. And you were so overly oblivious to the real Thomas (well the real Thomas if you asked everyone else).

He saw it a bit strange however when you saw him for who he truly was for the first time. It was the time he had tried to get Bates sacked for the second time, which didn’t work. You had caught him in the process of it. Then a few days later you had seen him ask Daisy out when it was clear that William was about to do just that. Then a few days later he slipped up again when you were around. He started to slip up a lot and acted a lot meaner, just because he thought you would leave him when you knew who he truly was. But you didn’t. How wrong Thomas had been.

A few weeks later you found him outside while he was smoking. He had avoided you for the last couple of weeks and it had pained you so much that you had to eventually seek him out for yourself. You didn’t want to force yourself and Thomas into a friendship but it was what you wanted. A friendship with Thomas Barrow.

He was standing against a wall as he blew out smoke. It was how you usually found him outside. Smoking.

“Thomas” he turned around. Watching as you stepped towards him. Thomas stopped what he was doing as you stood in front of him. A kind smile plastered on your lips. He hadn’t ever seen you this confident before. It was a change from your usual shy expression.

Thomas let his grip on the cigarette go. When it fell to the ground he stepped on it twisting his foot so that the glow would go out. He readied himself to go inside when your hand stopped him. “Thomas please, I just want to speak” he stopped and looked down on the hand in his forearm. Then he turned around to you and waited for you to speak. He didn’t like ignoring you but he thought it better than to hear your voice tell him that you didn’t want to be his friend anymore. He was so wrong about that. If he had let you talk a lot sooner he would have known that you were still friends. “I just- I” you were back to your shyness again as Thomas stared you down. “I hope we could still be friends, I- I know you probably don’t as- as you have been ignoring me, but I do want to be your friend- it seems like you don’t have a lot of those and- and I’d like to be one of them”

Thomas genuinely smiled. He hadn’t smiled in the last couple of weeks not since he started to avoid you.

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A couple days later after your talk with Thomas you went to Thomas once more. Mr. Carson had told you to fix a clock. No one else could be spared so he against his wishes had left it to you. But as you had no idea on how to do it you needed to ask for help. And as Thomas was the only person you really trusted you went to him. Hoping for your life that he knew how to fix a clock.

Luckily he did. He told you that his father used to be a clockmaker and he used to work as a child for his father. So he obviously helped you. But had it been anyone else he would have told them to ask someone else, as he had a lot of tasks to do that day that didn’t involve fixing clocks.

It was how Anna had found you two. Fixing a clock while Thomas was supposed to clean all the silver with William. Anna had previously been looking for Thomas for William who was now halfway done with the silver. But Anna didn’t want to destroy one of the happy moments Thomas had. Because for once he actually smiled. Not the polite servant's smile. No an actual smile that went to his eyes.

You had messed something up and Thomas and you were now laughing as he had to help you fix it. The two of you talked a lot. Your voice might still be quiet but you did talk without stuttering. Which Anna thought was good as it meant you had someone who could help you boost your confidence even if it was the troublemaker Thomas Barrow.

Eventually Thomas saw Anna and his demeanor changed instantly. His once smile turned into his normal servant expression. He glared a bit at Anna as he realised she had been standing there for a while observing how he was with you. How he was so soft on you as he had talked with a kind voice and as he listened patiently to every word you said.

He patted you on the back and told you the last step before he went up and went away to do his duties.

After that time it seemed like you were less afraid to talk. You started to talk with people more and be out of your room a bit more. But still you only ever really talked to Thomas. You might have a bit of small talk with others. But nothing compared to your talks with Thomas. He always knew what to say to you. He always boosted your confidence. And he might have been a bit jealous the first time he saw you have a conversation with someone that wasn’t him. But what you only ever did with Thomas was ask him questions. Every question you had was asked to Thomas. And Thomas happily answered all of them.

It was still so strange for everyone to see you and Thomas together. Thomas was like a whole new person. But he wasn’t. No, you just brought out Thomas without all the walls. Thomas who didn’t have walls to protect him from everything. He didn’t need to be scared that he wasn’t accepted by you that he didn’t fit in. Because no matter what you’d still be there with him. And Thomas knew that so he let the real him show for you, the hurt, the kind, everything. Thomas protected and comforted you as you have protection and comfort to him. He might not want to admit it but he did have a soft spot for you and if anything happened to you he didn’t know what he would do.

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