#cora y robert

[ladyrosse]

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[frstcorinthians]

; angels that have no place

summary: “Must be nice to have your own room now, then,” she replied, then immediately tensed, worried she’d misstepped. They were both here because of tragedy – for all she knew, that crewmate was dead now, blown to bits up in the wide open sky. He sighed, stretching out his legs and tilting his head. “To be honest, I kind of miss it.” His voice didn’t sound upset or angry. Looks like she’d dodged a bullet once again. Vera always said her lack of tact was going to get her in trouble one day, and she kind of liked this Robert Rosenthal. Or at least, she didn’t mind having his company in the kennels. wc: just a tidy 1.3k notes: so i know i said i wasn't going to write for mota until it was all said and done. but that one line in e6 made my brain start firing away and it wouldn't stop until i did this. i don't know if this is going to become a whole Thing but knowing me i wouldn't be surprised. anyways enjoy!!!! its also on ao3 if you prefer that

“We have all the sports and activities you can ask for. Tennis, bicycles, croquet, riding with hounds, the list goes on. Relaxation is the order of the day here.”

“Riding with hounds” sounded like the stupidest thing Anna Marie could imagine, but she could be grateful for the upside-down minds of the British if it meant the Flakhouse had a kennel. She could curl up here, among the snuffling noses and velvety ears of the dogs, and not think about Cora or Ruby or Vera or any of the girls on the Morning Ride. These dogs – foxhounds, the woman who brought her in had told her – weren’t the same as her hounds back home, but their eyes were sweet and they bayed the same once she got them riled up. Anna Marie couldn’t find it in her to dress up and trot along on a horse, but she had come to enjoy going through the woods on foot, trying to keep up with the pack of dogs let loose on the forest. Aside from the people who worked here, she was one of the only ones who came to visit the dogs. So when she came down one night and saw an unfamiliar man knelt down, petting Goose, she almost stopped in her tracks.

She could hear him talking quietly to the dog. “You are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, aren’t you?” His voice was soft and singsong-y, a universal tone for talking to pets. He scratched Goose behind one ear and Anna Marie felt her mouth curve up at the scene. It had been a long time since she’d had a reason to smile.

“Goose is sweet,” she finally managed to find her voice. The man jumped at the sound of her voice, spinning around to face her, surprisingly coordinated. Hardly a curl was out of place, despite her sneaking up on him and the late hour. His eyes were very blue in the low light. “He likes when you scratch him at the base of his tail.”

“I’m surprised he let me pet him at all. I’m not great with dogs.” He forced a laugh out, trying to stay casual. Anna Marie could see the shadows under his eyes. She’d bet he’d been sleeping about as much as her, which is to say, not at all.

“What are you doing down here, then?” She stepped carefully over the mass of sleepy hounds, heading for her favorite spot. She’d been here long enough that the dogs knew to leave her a space against the wall where she could prop herself up and bore herself to sleep with one of the doctor’s dense medical texts. Cora would have gotten a kick out of seeing her read through it. 

Anna Marie boxed that thought up nice and neat and punted it to the back of her mind.

“Went out for a late night stroll, realized I never saw the kennels,” he turned to follow her progress across the room, looking amused at how she picked across the space. “You?”

She shrugged, pushing someone’s rump out of the way of her legs as she sat down. “I like it here. Reminds me of home.”

“Where are you from that you have this many dogs?” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked dubiously around the kennel.

“I don’t have quite this many, but we hunt with ‘em back home.” Anna Marie couldn’t bring herself to crack the textbook open now. She was surprised at how much she liked talking to this man, whoever he was.

“Man,” he rocked back on his heels. “The biggest dog we had back home was my aunt’s terrier. She used to terrorize the corner store, nipped at the owner’s ankles when he didn’t give her a treat.”

Anna Marie laughed. The sound was rusty, punching out from deep in her chest. It felt like something was coming unstuck inside her. She absently fidgeted with one of the dog’s ears, rubbing it between her fingers. The man shimmied over closer to her, finding an unoccupied spot between Goose and another dog. “I should introduce myself. Robert Rosenthal.” He stuck out his hand, waiting for her to shake.

She accepted. “Anna Marie McDowell.” His name was familiar, though she couldn’t place it at first. She kicked it to the same place as her other boxes, decided she’d worry about it at a later date. “What was your aunt’s dog named?”

“Rigatoni,” he replied, fidgeting with a spare leaf. Anna Marie laughed again, pushing her fist in her mouth to keep from startling the dogs. “He was shaped like a noodle, so the name stuck.” His smile was bright as he laughed along with her, even in the dim room.

“My favorite dog back home is named Sawyer,” she offered up, once her laughter had quit. “He snores like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Sounds like one of my crewmates,” he said. “I love him but, man does that sound keep me awake.”

“Must be nice to have your own room now, then,” she replied, then immediately tensed, worried she’d misstepped. They were both here because of tragedy – for all she knew, that crewmate was dead now, blown to bits up in the wide open sky.

He sighed, stretching out his legs and tilting his head. “To be honest, I kind of miss it.” His voice didn’t sound upset or angry. Looks like she’d dodged a bullet once again. Vera always said her lack of tact was going to get her in trouble one day, and she kind of liked this Robert Rosenthal. Or at least, she didn’t mind having his company in the kennels. 

They were dancing around the topic now, the reasons both of them were here. Even Anna Marie wasn’t so bull-headed as to come right out and ask. If someone did that to her, she’d probably take a swing at them. She didn’t want to talk about her girls, she just wanted to go, to get back at it, up in the sky. She was meant to be up there; her fingers itched to adjust the dials, to keep the wings of her craft steady, to chat with Ruby about where she’d take them if she could. And instead she was stuck here, in some ridiculous dress-up fantasy house where they could all pretend nothing was wrong.

Her mother’s voice came to her now, drifting through her head: quit acting ugly, Anna Marie. Her mama was right, as always. She was being ungrateful, like a spoiled little kid. She should be basking in the sun, playing tennis with some handsome pilot or chatting about this-or-that with the other girls. But she was never one for small talk, and tennis was for rich people up north. An image came to her mind unbidden, her and Rosenthal in crisp white polos, laughing and gently batting their rackets back and forth. It was so out of character she couldn’t help but snort.

Rosenthal heard her, smiling softly when she caught his eye. “Do you spend time with the dogs during the day, too? I don’t think I’ve seen you around playing croquet.”

“I do. I usually let ‘em run through the woods, see if I can keep up.”

“Mind if I join you sometime? I’m sick to death of sitting around.” His expression seemed hesitant, like he was worried he’d overstepped some boundary. “I promise I won’t come dressed for fox hunting.”

“Sure,” she answered, leftover laughter still coloring her tone. He brought out a levity in her she hadn’t realized had been missing so long. “Come down one morning.”

“Alright,” he nodded, hauling himself up to his feet. Goose snuffled at the disturbance, before rolling over to take up the spot. “It was nice to meet you, Anna.”

“Anna Marie,” she corrected reflexively. Rosenthal gave a small wave and left, off to sleep or, more likely, explore another part of this endless home of leisure activity. Anna Marie finally opened the textbook to a section on the femur, falling asleep before she’d even gotten two paragraphs in.

#masters of the air #robert rosenthal #mota #mota oc #anna marie mcdowell #aleks.docx #im addicted to naming my ocs after counties in north carolina #theres 100 of em though so ive got plenty to work with

[downton-musings]

Suitors (Thomas Barrow x Female Reader x Tom Branson) CH. 1

Pairings: Thomas Barrow x Female Reader x Tom Branson

Synopsis: One of the Crawley cousins comes for a visit, catching the eye of two household members

Warnings: Slight angst (expressed frustration/jealousy)

Author’s note: Thomas is portrayed as being heterosexual (straight) in this series. If that offends or upsets you, kindly keep scrolling.

This is a series, and will be posted in multiple chapters, also the reader is 19 years old*

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The car engine buzzed underneath your feet as it rolled on the gravel, stopping once it reached the abbey.

You habitually brushed your hands over your dress, disturbing the loosely sewn beads into soft waves.

A well built and tall butler appeared out of the large doorframe in an orderly manner, quick to work the door open with a flat smile.

You ducked out of the vehicle, sighing contently as the country air hit your nose. There is nothing quite as refreshing as the smell of a familiar place.

A footman with dark curls worked with haste, unlatching your bags from the trunk with a soft huff as he grasped both large cases in his hands.

Your eyes followed him as he started for the door, “Thank you.” He received your affections with a polite grin before disappearing behind the entrance.

Your attention moved to the butler behind the open car door, hands pulled back behind him. He appeared to be the superior, given the hold of his head up in a proper posture. You smiled warmly at him, “Thank you, Mr…”

“Barrow ma’am,” He completed your sentence with a flat smile, cheeks flushing softly under your gaze.

“Barrow.” You repeated with a smile, flicking over his masculine features. He was intriguing, too handsome for a butler. Unlike the ones you’re used to encountering.

He cleared his throat in nervousness, dissolving your thoughts with the shut of the car door, sending the driver off and down the path.

Holding your clutch in front of you, you granted yourself access to the home, stepping into the grand entrance with graceful steps.

He followed behind, pulling the door closed as you stepped into the foyer.

“Y/n,” a smooth feminine voice called out from the sitting room. “How lovely it is to see you.” A pair of turquoise eyes met yours, creasing with affection.

A warmth spread over your shoulders as she embraced you, placing a tender kiss on your cheek before pulling away to look at you.

“How were your travels? Comfortable I hope.”

“Very well.” You replied, shrugging off your coat which Mr. Barrow received, hanging it on a nearby coat rack. “Thank you.”

“That is a delight to hear,” her eyes glimmered with perfect happiness, “Shall I ring for tea?”

“That sounds lovely.”

With the guidance of her outstretched arm you followed her into the sitting room, met by a preoccupied Edith reading over one of her recent columns. She was always your favorite.

Her eyes raised from the paper upon your entrance, widening in excitement as she unhooked her crossed leg.

“Cousin!” She smiled, setting down her paper on the end table and standing. “What a lovely surprise!”

You matched her enthusiasm with a wide smile, stepping towards her to receive her embrace. Her touch was gentle and soft, one that matched her demeanor.

She pulled away after a few seconds, leaving her flowery perfume on your skin as she studied you with glistening eyes. “What on earth brings you here?”

“I thought I would come up for a visit.” You shrugged, “Our parting has been far too long.”

“Yes of course.” She understood with a nod, smiling ear to ear.

“Do sit down girls,” Cora insisted from behind you, prompting the both of you to make yourselves comfortable on the blue embroidered lounge. Cora invited herself to the armchair nearest to you.

The cushions beneath you squeaked as your weight shifted. “Where are the others?” You questioned with knitted brows, taking notice to the emptiness of the usually crowded home.

“Robert has gone for a walk, I imagine he will be back for supper.” Cora started, eyes wandering in thought, “Mary is out with Tom discussing estate matters.”

“Sounds exciting.” You noted in a sarcastic tone, pulling a chuckle from Edith. Analytics was never the most intriguing subject. You preferred to discuss things that mattered. Like Edith does. Like Sybil did.

A soft knock at the door interrupted your chatter.

“Come in.” Cora called.

A plump woman with brunette curls walked in, back to the door with a silver tray of tea cups and a pot in her hand.

“Thank you Mrs. Hughes.” Cora thanked as she sat the items down.

She brushed off her apron, rattling the keys hanging from her pocket. “You’re very welcome your ladyship.” Her cheeks flushed with a smile before exciting the room.

Cora extended a hand out, offering you to be first. You received the offer, reaching forward to serve yourself. The porcelain cup erupted with steam as you steadily poured the beverage into the cup. After sitting the pot down you sifted the tiny spoon through the sugar, spilling two helpings into the liquid and stirring.

“So y/n tell me.. have you any suitors at present?” Edith asked with a cocked brow, reaching for a glass as you raised yours to your lips.

The hot liquid nearly sprayed from your surprised breath. “Goodness Edith aren’t you curious.”

“I’m only asking because it has been ages since I’ve seen you last.” Edith retorted with a playful tone, crossing her leg and bringing her glass to her lap. “And I’ll admit I am quite curious.”

“If you must know,” you started with a breathy laugh, “I have no suitors at present.” You brought your glass to your lips taking in a small sip.

“None?” Cora spoke in surprise, stirring the metal spoon against her glass with raised brows.

You swallowed the drink, letting out a satisfied breath at its warmth. “I’m afraid so. No man seems to catch my eye these days.”

“We’ll see to changing that.” Edith smirked against her glass, receiving from you a warning glare.

Cora’s eyes flicked between the two of you. As she did an idea came to mind, pulling both ends of her mouth into a smile.

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The atmosphere of your bedroom was still except for the occasional popping of the lit up fireplace, casting an amber glow on the mint green walls.

A reflection of yourself stared back at you through the vanity mirror. You flicked over the image, taking in your appearance. Shiny hair in a pin wave updo, decorated with a gold chain that hung across your forehead. Two dangly earrings hung in a tear shape, framing your angular face. The dress was modest, except for the exposure of your shoulders. A white string of pearls hung around your neck, falling at the waist. The color was a cream white of innocence and purity, detailed with white flowers and charming beads. Glossy red lips curled into a smile as you admired your face, dusted with a tint of blush, giving you a flushed look.

“You’ve done a wonderful job.” You raised a finger to your cheek, observing yourself with wide eyes. “Just lovely.” You turned your head back, thanking the blonde lady’s maid smiling back at you.

“I had an easy canvas to work with your ladyship.” She complimented, reaching for a pair of black satin gloves on the bed.

The comment made your heart flutter. “Oh thank you.” You beamed, extending your hands out for her.

Gently, she pulled them over your hands, stopping at the elbows.

“There.” She noted, returning to her default posture with her hands clasped in front of her. “I think it’s best you head down now. Wouldn't want to be late for supper.”

“Right.” You agreed, standing from the cushioned chair and starting for the door.

The blonde was quick to twist the knob, swinging it open to reveal the vacant hall. She extended a hand out, giving you the lead to exit. The door closed behind you before she parted, pattering down the corridor.

With a confident attitude you started for the red velvet stairs, holding onto the railing as your hand slid with your steps.

The great room was even more beautiful at night, catching your breath as you took it in at the end of the stairs. Candlelight lit up every inch of the room, glistening off crystal vases and floral arrangements.

You got lost in admiration for a moment, before being pulled to the dining room by the steady chatter pouring down the hall.

With an anticipatory inhale you started for the open door, held open by the tall butler from earlier. For a fraction of a second he caught your eye, before your gaze was pulled elsewhere.

With a polite smile you entered the room, greeted with an occupied group. Mary was seated next to a young gentleman, both engrossed in conversation with Robert across from him. Cora was otherwise engaged with Cousin Violet’s commentary at the far end of the table. Edith perked up, patting an open seat next to her, which you received with an affectionate grin, inviting yourself to sit down.

You sighed contently as you made yourself comfortable, habitually smoothing out your dress with your hands.

“Champagne your ladyship?” A youthful masculine voice asked from behind you, causing you to turn your head back. He was a young man with daring blue eyes, complemented with a wave of styled blonde hair. His mouth held a hint of mischief as it curled into a grin, awaiting a response.

“Yes,” Your head perked up. “Thank you.”

His arm reached in front of you, pouring a generous amount of the gold liquid into your glass. Once full, he started making his rounds, circling the table.

As you reached for your glass Edith leaned into your ear, “You look charming tonight y/n.”

To your unawareness, Tom’s eyes broke from Robert and to the young woman across from him. He inhaled softly as he took you in, taken back by your beauty. His eyes painted over your features at careful speed, savoring the work of art you were.

You smiled against the rim of your glass as you took in a savory sip, swallowing the fizzy liquid. “You’ll make me blush! You’re just as lovely.”

You patted her gloved hand with yours, meeting her eyes with a smile.

“Y/n,” Cora started, from across from you, dissolving the current chatter. “I don’t believe you’ve met Tom, our late Sybil’s bo.”

Your eyes shifted to the man next to her, he was handsome. His facial structure was perfectly masculine, characterized by a muscular jaw and prominent brow. His blue green eyes were an enticing hue, glistening with specks of orange in the candlelight. The sight made your stomach flutter.

“Hello,” you acknowledged with a polite smile, hoping the flush spreading to your cheeks wasn’t too obvious.

He nodded back, fixating his eyes on yours before diverting his gaze back to Cora.

“Tom I take it your matters went well today?” She inquired, taking a glass to her lips.

“Indeed.” He perked up, straightening his shoulders. “Mary and I talked to some of the tenant farmers, and they are willing to work for our system.”

“That is wonderful news.” She cooed affectionately, smiling proudly at him and Mary.

A raspy throat clear diverted the attention to Violet. “Shall we save business matters for another time? Perhaps?” Her comment earned an exasperated sigh from Robert next to you.

Tom hid his face from her, appearing to act occupied by straightening his utensils. He looked up through his brows, tugging his lips into a smirk as they met yours. As your heart thumped under his gaze a contagious grin pulled at your mouth, finding it hard to hide your affections.

“We do have a guest, and I’m quite sure she would rather discuss herself.” Violet argued, defending her case.

Your head shook in surprise, diverting your attention to her raised brow. “Myself?”

“Why of course.” She explained in an obvious tone. “We want to hear all about you now don’t we?”

You laughed through your nose. “I’m not quite sure there is much to know.” You defended, taking a fair amount of the alcoholic beverage in your mouth.

“Certainly there is.” Mary interjected, leaning forward in intrigue. “Do tell us about life at home. It has been ages since we’ve seen you last.”

You swallowed the drink, wincing slightly as the fizz stung your throat. “Mama is well, she finds herself occupied in embroidery these days.” Your eyes wandered in thought, “Papa is all business. I don’t see him as much as I used to.”

Mary hummed.

“What is it that interests you my dear?” The dowager wondered, eyes curiously studying you.

You took in a breath, uncomfortable with being the attention of the party. “Writing,” Edith’s eyes lit up at your response. “Is an art that I find myself very content with.”

“How marvelous.” Cora complimented as the footmen came round with trays of food.

“Indeed.” Edith agreed heartily, taking a content sip of champagne.

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“What do ya think of the new visitor?” Jimmy inquired with a smirk, nudging into Thomas' elbow as supper wrapped up.

The butler swallowed a bite of his food, restraining his true feelings. “She seems kind.” He muttered back, keeping his tone at an appropriate volume.

“Kind? Who cares about kind?” Jimmy scoffed, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “I’d love to get my hands on her.” He murmured lowly in a lustful tone.

A jealous knot turned in Thomas’ stomach at his comment. He fisted another spoonful food, turning his knuckles white.

“You’re best off keeping that to yourself mate. There’s no chance of that happening.” He retorted in a cold tone, rendering Jimmy silent.

A startling throat clear echoed from the end of the table, gathering the attention of those seated. “Mr. Barrow, do you have something you wish to share with the rest of us?” Mr. Carson asked with a raised brow.

He swallowed thickly, diverting his gaze to his hands. “No-no sir.”

“Then I suggest you keep your words at civilized volume.” He scolded, making Thomas shrink into himself.

Mr. Carson took a heavy breath, sensing the tension. “That’s it then, supper is dismissed.”

The staff rose upon his announcement, making haste to clear the dining hall. Thomas and Jimmy were the last to go.

Jimmy stood first, before being caught by Thomas’ hand. He squeezed tightly, making him wince.

“I meant what I said. Stay out of it if you know what’s good for you.” Thomas whispered in a threatening tone, releasing him with a shove once satisfied.

Thomas’s eyes followed a disheveled Jimmy as he huffed out of the room. His jaw clenched in jealousy, recounting the earlier comment.

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To be continued!

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[specialagentlokitty]

Thomas Barrow x Teen!reader - the bond that keeps us going

Part 6:

You had grown stubborn in your attempt to keep Thomas in Downton, you would refuse to let any of the new footmen help you with anything, and you warned Mr Carson not to help you either.

So as you sat at dinner, the night before the cricket match, you simply swung your legs back and forth as you looked around.

“Are we still doing this (Y/N)?” Your granny asked.

“Yes granny, I am sorry but I do not want to be served by new people.”

“What about poor Carson? He looks like he’s ready to jump in a force feed you your supper.” Your mother chuckled.

“I told him not to.” You said.

You heard someone sigh.

“What if I served you? Would you eat then instead of waiting?” Matthew asked.

“That would defeat the purpose of my strike cousin Matthew, but thank you.”

“What is the purpose of this?” Lady Mary asked.

“She’s trying to prove a point to your father that if he lets Thomas leave she will refuse anything from the new servants, including Carson, Anna and Mrs Hughes.” Lady Cora replied.

You nodded your head.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) but there’s nothing I can do, my hands are tied. With Bates back, and the new footmen, there is no position available for Thomas.”

“Carson refuse’s to even give him an acceptable reference.”

“I know, but our hands are tied, to you know this, please stop punishing yourself for the sake of Thomas.”

“You will really thrown him aside just like that papa? After everything he has done for me?”

“Thomas is not exactly the most liked servant. But I cannot fault him in his upmost respect he has for you, no. What what are we to do?” Lord Grantham asked.

You stood up, pushing your chair back you stepped around it.

“Figure it out.” You snapped.

“Do not take that tone with me.” Lord Grantham warned.

“Robert…” your mother whispered.

“No, I have had enough of this now. Sit down, let poor James and Alfred serve you, and stop being so stubborn. One day Thomas will leave and you will have to be used to doing things without him by your side.”

You shook your head.

“No, no I won’t! Because when I leave Thomas will be coming with me as my butler. If Thomas leaves papa then so do I.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I mean every word of it, I will not sit here and listen to you cast aside the man who sat with me on all the nights I thought I was going to die, who dropped everything and the sounds of my crying, who would run across the whole house to find me!”

“You cannot be so fixated on one servant! We’ll hire you a ladies maid!” He yelled.

“I don’t want a ladies maid! I like Anna and Mrs Hughes! I don’t need a ladies maid!”

“You need a ladies maid so you are not so fixated on having Thomas lead you places, he has to leave I’m sorry!”

“I don’t want a ladies maid papa! I don’t! I don’t need one! If you wanted what’s best for me you would let Thomas stay!”

You felt a pain in your chest and you placed your hand over it, taking a small breath.

“My lady?” Alfred asked.

You shook your head and stepped away from him.

“I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

Taking a small breath, you walked towards the door and stood in the doorway.

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore papa. I’m going upstairs.”

You left and you made your way into the hallway, and you turned away from the stairs, making your way to the door you quietly opened it and slipped out.

And without thinking you just walked aimlessly around, no plan in mind, you just want to calm yourself down.

“Robert that was unfair.” Your mother said.

“Maybe so, but it’s the truth and she needs to start accepting that.”

“Papa do you really think she has not accepted the truth?” Lady Edith asked.

“I agree with Lady Edith, I’m sorry, but Sybil would have agreed as well. She’s accepted the truth, she knows the truth but right now she’s still a teenager, she needs to know there is one constant thing in a fast changing world.” Tom said.

“Carson? What do you say?”

“With all due respect my lord, you know I would not disagree you with on much. But on this I do. Lady (Y/N) always struggled with her illness as a child and often felt lonely. With Thomas by her side she needn’t feel so lonely, she knows he is always there for her when she cannot find anyone else.”

“Go talk to her Robert.” Lady Cora sighed.

Your father sighed.

“I’ll let her calm down first.”

So, after they had all eaten in a tense silence, Lord Grantham made his way up to your room and knocked on the door.

“Come in!”

He opened the door and looked around.

“My lord? How May I help you?” Mrs Hughes asked.

“I was looking for (Y/N), is she not here?”

“No my Lord, I haven’t seen her on my travels around the home.”

Your father frowned.

“May you check downstairs see if she’s wondered to the servants hall?”

“Very good my lord.”

Mrs Hughes rushed away and your father met everyone at the base of the stairs.

They all waited and Mrs Hughes came back up.

“Nobody has seen her my lord.”

“Papa the front door!”

They all looked at it, watching it swing open slightly in the breeze.

“Good god, round everyone up she’s ran off!” Lady Cora yelled.

Mrs Hughes ran back downstairs and the servants all stood up from their dinner.

“Lady (Y/N) has run out the house, round up everyone you can find, lanterns and get Mrs Patmore to have some tea ready, it’s cold!”

Thomas pushed his chair back and without a lantern he ran up the stairs and through the hallway trying to pull on his jacket.

“Thomas!” Your father called.

He ran after the servant, both of them leaving without any light or any clue on how to find you.

“Where would she go if she wanted to be away from everyone?” Lord Grantham asked.

“There is one place my Lord, but she could have gotten lost getting there.”

“Take us there.”

You on the other hand, had in fact gotten lost, you had stumbled and tripped and scraped your hands and tripped over branches and logs.

And now you were sat on a tree stump, sniffling a little bit as you tried to figure out where you went wrong, but you couldn’t.

And it was cold.

And you were in pain from falling so many times.

Wiping your tears with the backs of your hands, you simply just sat there feeling defeated with yourself.

You weren’t sure how long you had been outside for, but you knew it had been a while, and you turned your head, listening to the sounds of night through what you assumed was the forest.

And then you heard it, the calling of your name.

And you perked up a little bit.

And you heard it again.

“Hello?” You called.

“(Y/N)?!”

You furrowed your brows a little bit.

“Hello?!”

You heard branches snapping, and you looked in that direction.

“Oh you silly girl were you thinking?”

You sniffled a little bit.

“Papa?”

“I’m here, I’m here. Just stay sat down for the moment. What were you thinking running off alone like that?” He asked softly.

“I wanted to go for a walk… and.. and I lost the path…”

He sighed softly, taking your hands in one of his, he sat next to you and he looked around.

“Over here! I’ve found her!”

You heard more people over.

“Why on earth would you run away lady (Y/N)?” Thomas scolded.

“I was upset and wanted a walk…” you mumbled.

Thomas sighed and he took his jacket it off, handing it to you father who draped it around your shoulders.

“Come home now.” Lord Grantham whispered.

You shook your head.

“Not until you promise me Thomas stays.”

“(Y/N) you have been out here for goodness knows how long, we can talk about it inside.”

“I will sit here all night until you assure me he stays.”

Thomas walked over, crouching down in front of you.

“As much as I am touched by your efforts my lady, I don’t want you to freeze out here.”

“I will stay until I hear papa say it.”

Lord Grantham sighed.

“Fine, fine. I’ll figure something out for Thomas, he can stay. Just come back home.”

You nodded your head and Thomas stood up, helping you stand with your fathers help and the pair of them lead you back home.

It was the cricket match the next day, and you were overjoyed to be going and you were sat with your sister, her husband and Tom.

“Who’s winning Tom?” You asked.

“Right now, it’s a tie.”

You nodded your head and stood up, placing your hand on your bother in laws head, you pat his head a few times.

“(Y/N)?” Matthew asked.

“I have to find Thomas before the game starts again.”

“You’re going to get yourself lost wondering around.”

“That’s why Tom will come with me!” You beamed.

Your brother in law laughed, and he stood up, taking your arm in his to lead you around and he told you about everything and anything.

“Thomas you have a visitor.”

“Thank you, hello lady (Y/N), would you like to sit down?” Thomas asked.

“Can we walk?”

“Of course.”

You reached out, taking Thomas’ hand, you waved at Tom as you dragged Thomas along after you, aimlessly wondering.

“I hear papa! And Carson!”

You pulled Thomas after you.

“Papa!”

He turned around and you hugged him lightly and you pulled away, gripping the back of Thomas’ jumper.

“You play well my lord.” Thomas said.

“Thank you Thomas, you’re quite skilled yourself. With you in our team I have no doubt we can win this year.”

While they spoke about cricket, you let go of Thomas and reached your hand out, grabbing hold of Carson you wondered next to him.

“Carson?” You whispered.

“Yes my lady?” He whispered back.

“Is there flowers nearby?”

“There’s some white ones my lady, I’ll lead you there.”

Carson led you away from the conversation and guided you to the flowers and you asked him to help you pick some, so he did.

Then you heard the police were there and you quickly stood up.

Clutching the flowers in your hand, Carson excused himself to go talk and you titled your head a little.

Padding forward, you reached your hand out.

“Thomas help her..” Mr Carson whispered.

Thomas walked around Mr Carson and took your hand.

“Thomas…? Is everything okay…?” You asked softly.

He placed your hand on his arm and he stood by your side.

“Of course my lady, you needn’t a single bit.”

You nodded your head.

“Hello, I am Lady (Y/N), why might you be looking for Thomas?” You asked.

“We apologise my lady, but apparently Mr Thomas Barrow has made an assault of a… criminal nature on another member of your staff.”

You nodded your head, and titled it a little.

“If I believed Thomas was capable of making such actions do you think I would trust him to be by my side?” You asked.

“Of course not my lady, but you must understand we still need to look into this matter.”

“And I assure you that you will find nothing of the sort. Now, good day to you, I have to go. Come along Thomas.”

You padded away with Thomas in tow, and he looked down at you.

“What was that about?”

“If you make them think a high standing lady is angry with them, they’re more likely to accept whatever papa is going to do. They won’t push the matter any further.”

“I see, thank you.”

You beamed up at him.

“Can you take me to Anna and Mr Bates?”

“Of course, but why then?”

“It’s a surprise Thomas, stop being nosy.”

“Well I’m just curious, not nosy. But I can, here.”

He ushered you inside and you beamed at him.

“Thank you Thomas, you can go play your game now.”

“Well thank you for your permission.” He chuckled.

Thomas left and you turned around.

“Anna?”

“My lady?”

“Can you help me with something?”

“Of course my lady, here come sit down we have a spare chair.”

She sat you down and you set the flowers in your lap.

“You see, I used to make flower crowns for papa when he finished his cricket match, but I have not been able to do so. So I was hoping if you would help me make some?”

“How many my lady?”

“Well, one for Papa, and Matthew, Tom, Carson and and you two!”

“For us my lady?” Mr Bates asked.

“Yes! Because you are part of the team Bates, and I think Anna would look so pretty in a flower crown!”

“Well thank you my lady.” Anna laughed softly, “but we will be need many more flowers.”

“Let us go pick them then!”

And while the game was coming to an end, Anna was working very hard to help you achieve what it is you were doing, and finally you had enough.

She put one on her arm and she put the other six on her other arm.

“Oh this is going to be so wonderful!”

Mr Bates guided you to where everyone was gathered and stood.

“Here you are my lady.” Anna whispered.

She handed you one.

“Carson?”

“Yes my lady?”

“Come here and crouch down.”

“Of course my lady.”

You waited and when he announced he was in front of you, you placed the flower crown on his head with a giggle and you happily wondered away with Anna to carry on what you were doing.

After Carson, you gave Anna and Mr Bates theirs, and you gave one to Tom, and Matthew, and your father, and now you were on the hunt for Thomas, hands behind you back.

Anna and Mr Bates had to leave you, so you were wondering around with your mother.

“Thomas?” You called.

“He’s with us my lady!” Alfred called back.

You wondered in that direction.

“My lady?” Thomas asked.

“Crouch down.” You whispered.

He did as you asked and you reached out, patting his head to find it and you smiled, carefully gifting him the flower crown.

“Does he look pretty mama?” You asked.

Lady Cora laughed softly.

“He looks very pretty my darling yes.”

You laughed a little and beamed up at Thomas.

“Can I give you something my lady?” Thomas whispered.

You nodded your head and he reached over to Anna, taking the final flower crown, and he carefully placed it on your head.

“Absolutely perfect.” Your mother smiled.

“Do I look pretty too?”

“Do look stunning my lady.” Anna smiled.

You beamed proudly and Lord Grantham walked over.

“How about we get a picture taken of us? To celebrate such a happy day?” He asked.

“Oh yes please! Can the servants be in it too!?” You gasped.

“Of course! Everyone will be in it!” Lady Mary said.

And so, they got everyone ready, the family were sat at the, and the servants behind you all, and you reached behind you.

“Give me your hand.”

The person behind you reached out and gave you his hand.

“You’re not Thomas.”

“No my lady, I’m not.”

“You are not to stand behind me James, swap places with Thomas.”

You heard a small sigh and some moving about, and you reached out again, and this time you titled your head backwards a little.

“You’re not Thomas either.”

“I was told you wanted me to stand here my lady?” Alfred asked.

“No, I want Thomas.”

There was more movement and everyone tried to hide their laughter.

Eventually you reached out again, and this time you smiled.

“You’re Thomas. Good.”

“Sorry for the confusion my lady.”

“You will be Thomas Barrow, you will be.”

He chuckled a little and you put your head back in the direction it was supposed to go.

Of course you would never see the photo, but that didn’t matter, you wanted everybody to have one.

And there was one put up in the hallway at your request, and you stood looking at it.

“Does it look nice Edith?” You asked.

She smiled.

“It looks absolutely perfect.”

You were smiling brightly, and that’s all anyone cared about, your smile.

And behind you, Thomas was smiling down at you, an protective hand on your shoulder and his other hand in yours.

It was sure to raise questions with visitors but your father didn’t care, that smile of yours was worth it and he wanted to see it every time he walked past

#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

[adoracora-elizabeth]

But Papa! Why? Chapter 4

Robert was looking down at the reception desk. He was standing on the first floor. He wanted to see the new guy, before they were introduced. From up here, he was not visible, but he could see everything.

A young woman entered the building. She was wearing a dark blue pantsuit with high heels. She had a slender figure. She was standing straight and her shoulders back. Chestnut brown curls were cascading down over her back.

He saw Rosamund enter the lobby and walk over to her. They seemed to know each other. He had never seen her before, but maybe she was a new friend of Rosamund?

“Cora? What are you doing here?” Rosamund said, stepping into the lobby.

She was surprised to see the woman she met last night in the pub. Slowly she realised what was happening. She had told her she came from America to work here.

“Do not tell me, you work for ‘Levinson and Son?’ ” Rosamund said surprised.

Cora nodded. “I am Isidor Levinson’s daughter and work in the company.”

Rosamund smiled. “I have to apologise, I was expecting a man.”

This made Cora chuckle. “Because of the son part in our company’s name. I understand the confusion.”

“In all the correspondence was only writter, C. Levinson. Well, Mr. Crawley is waiting for you in his office.” Rosamund looked at the receptionist. “I will bring her upstairs.” She said to the woman, and started walking.

Robert was still watching the scene beneath him, unfortunately, he could not hear what they were saying, but he saw the woman follow Rosamund. He looked at his watch, that guy from ‘Levinson and Son’ was late he thought. Typical. His phone rang. “Robert” he answered.

“Where are you?” His father’s voice sounded.”The new colleague and representative of ‘Levinson and son’ arrived.”

How was that possible Robert thought, how did he miss that? “I am on my way.” Quickly he put his phone back in his pocket and rushed to his father’s office.

+++

“There you are.” His father greeted when he entered his office.

In the chair in front of his father’s desk, he saw that same woman from the reception. Upon hearing his father’s greeting she turned around. Robert was taken aback by the blue of her eyes and for a second he was mesmerised.

He shook his head to wake himself up and stepped closer with his hand outstretched.

The woman took his hand, her fingers were slender, like her whole figure as he had noticed before, her hand was soft as silk. “Hello, I am Cora Levinson, you must be Mr. Crawley.” She said.

Cora noticed a shock on the man’s face when she turned around. As did Rosamund and Mr. Crawley just now, he also was expecting a male. She could not blame them. She already disliked the name of their company and at this moment even more. Again it felt as if she was not important. She sighed, took his outstretched hand and introduced herself. She saw his eyes staring into hers. A pair of light blue eyes stared at her and she had to admit, they were beautiful.

Robert had to reprimand himself again because he was staring into her eyes. He noticed a soft smile on her face as if she knew what went on in his head. Did she realize how beautiful she was? he thought. “You can call me Robert, to prevent misunderstandings.” He gestured at his father. “As we are both Mr. Crawley.” He emphasized the word Mr.

It did not go unnoticed that there was irritation in Robert’s voice and he knew Cora picked up on it. That made his irritation even worse, what was she doing here? As if she knew anything about the business. Clearly, her father named the business ‘Levinson and Son’ for a reason.

“I have to apologise for our weird behaviour. We were not expecting a woman.” Mr. Crawley said. “You can call me Patrick, we will be close colleagues and it will be easier when we address each other by our first name. I hope you will feel welcome in our company. Robert arranged a desk for you. He will tell you everything you need to know. But know that my door is always open.” He smiled at her and then looked at Robert. “Can you show her the way and tell her where she can find the things she need?”

+++

Cora followed Robert to a different office. Patrick his father seemed a very nice man and although he was surprised to see that she was a woman, he did not mind. Robert on the other hand was not hiding his disappointment very well.

“Is Rosamund also an employee here?” She asked when they walked into their office, trying to keep a conversation going.

Robert turned around so abruptly that he startled Cora. “You mean Rosamund Crawley?” It pleased him to see the startled look on Cora’s face.

Cora felt her cheeks burn, why was he so condescending to her? “Yes I mean her, according to her name, I guess she is also a family member.” She answered.

“She is my sister.” Robert pointed at a simple desk with a very basic chair in front of it. “This is your desk and this.” He pointed towards a more luxurious desk, with a very comfortable-looking office chair. “This is my desk.”

Cora decided to ignore him. “I met Rosamund yesterday evening, we were dining in the same pub.”

“You do not dine in a pub.” Robert snapped. “You just go there and grab something to eat. Dining is something you do in a proper restaurant.” Very soft he continued. “Stupid American.”

Cora could not hear the last part, but she knew he had made a nasty comment. These months would be hard, why was Robert this hostile? Did he think she was going to steal his job?

“I have a lot to learn about the English culture, in America we do a lot of things differently.” She saw Robert furrow his eyebrows. “But I am very eager to learn more about the British culture.” He was not going to get her to bow for him, never. She had to bow too much at home already, Robert should learn they were equal, whether he liked it or not.

“There is a lot to do today. I made a list and guide for you, so you know what we expect from you.” He sat down at his desk and pretended Cora was not in the same room. His father must think he was stupid. This woman, how was miss pretty face going to help them.

Cora sat down at her desk, she was not used to having such a simple desk. Back in America, she had a moving desk, where she could stand or sit. Her chair was an ergonomic one specially made for her. It looked like the one Robert was sitting on. She looked over at him, she had to admit, it was a handsome fella. He had dark brown hair, and his face was a little chubby, but it gave him a very cute look, Cora thought. He was tall, she was not small herself, but Robert was taller she had noticed. When you saw him the first time, you immediately thought: ‘What a nice guy.’ But he had shown her a different side. With a deep sigh, she opened the notebook in front of her. There was only one line: ‘Questions you can ask Mr. Crawley.’ Cora felt anger coming up. Robert was playing a game with her, but he had underestimated her, she could play too.

#cora crawley #robert crawley #downton abbey #fanfiction #downton #cobert

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Robert Crawley, comte de Grantham joué par Hugh Bonneville est le patriarche des Crawleys et détient le titre de la succession de Downton Abbey Robert Crawley est né héritier de la succession de Downton Abbey en 1870, sa soeur Rosaline jouée par Samantha Bond a suivi en 1871. Patrick Crawley, le comte de Grantham, était son père et comtesse douairière de Grantham, Lady Violet jouée par Maggie Smith Crawley est sa mère. Violet insiste sur le fait qu'elle aimait et s'occupait beaucoup de ses enfants, cependant, elle admet à Isobel Crawley que les enfants ont passé la plupart de leur temps avec leur nounou, et qu'elle n'a passé qu'une heure avec eux après le thé. Downton Abbey n'était pas autosuffisant cela reste encore une énigme sur les ressources jusqu'à aujourd'hui, bien que les récentes améliorations. Robert a reçu une éducation de première classe, des cours de 7 à 13 ans, puis a fréquenté Eton, suivi du Christ College, Oxford, où il a étudié la philosophie. En 1888, alors qu'il avait 18 ans, Robert Crawley rencontre Cora Levinson, ce qui était le seul moyen de sauver la Dowton Abbey financièrement. Robert a épousé Cora Levinson par intérêt financier, âgée de 20 ans, la fille unique de Martha et Isidore Levinson, vendeur millionnaire de produits secs de Cincinnati, qui a apporté avec elle une grande dot. Le père de Robert, le comte, a insisté pour que Cora signe un acte qui legs légalement l'argent de la dot au titre et à la succession ce faisant Downton Abbey pourrait toujours être maintenu. Le comte, Robert Crawley était dans l'armée et a pris part à la deuxième guerre des Boers de 1899-1902, c'est ici qu'il a fait la connaissance de John Bates, qui était son aide de camp

Lesley Nicol "Mme Patmore" et Phyllis Logan "Mme Hughes"

Il y a des diplômés d'Oxford et de Cambridge qui en savent beaucoup moins que vous. Tu devrais être fier. Kevin Doyle

Lesley Nicol (Mrs. Patmore) Siobhan Finneran (O'Brien) Laura Carmichael (Lady Edith Crawley) and Rob James-Collier (Thomas)

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[ghost-bison]

Rules For Requests

No hard smut, but I will write flirting/kissing/soft NSFW

I can do y/n, cross-ships, crackships, rare pairs... As long as it's characters I'm willing to write for

You can send your request in my ask box. I'll only answer if you're polite and nice, though

Length of the OS may vary with inspiration/characters I'm writing for

Try to give me at least a little bit of information so I know which direction your OS will take

I'll write about (almost) any ship as long as it involves at least one character in my list

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Once Upon A Time: Regina Mills - Emma Swan - Zelena Mills - Mary Margaret Blanchard - Henry Mills - David 'Charming' Nolan - Rogers - Lucy Mills - Robyn Mills - Alice Jones

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[argentinechili2024]

Avant-dernière journée à Santiago

Notre premier objectif aujourd’hui était de nous rendre au Sky Costanera, la plus haute tour de l’Amérique du Sud. Robert a commandé un Uber et nous y sommes arrivés un peu après l’ouverture à 10 h du matin.

Quelle vue splendide du haut de ces 62 étages. L’ascenseur est super rapide et on y arrive en moins de deux minutes. Nous sommes à la même hauteur que les nuages. On voit la cordillère des Andes, mais pas de neige éternelle.

On décide de dîner au Sky, qui est en fait un immense centre commercial et qui abrite aussi des bureaux. On opte pour un restaurant de crêpes, un peu comme un Cora déjeuner chez nous. C’est le pire restaurant où nous sommes allés de tout le voyage. Quand notre assiette est arrivée, les œufs étaient froids. Je n’ai pas mangé le jambon qui était dans l’assiette, car ça devait faire un bout que ça trainait sur le comptoir. Comme je suis très sensible côté digestif et que je termine à peine un rhume, grippe ou… autre, je ne voulais pas en rajouter.

On a repris un Uber pour revenir à l’appartement et j’y ai fait un « petit repos » pendant que Robert est allé se promener.

Vers 14 h, direction foire artisanale pour trouver des cadeaux pour nos quatre petits cocos.

Puis, en route vers le palais présidentiel, la Moneda, le théâtre de Santiago, et le musée des beaux arts. Tout cela, en marchant à 30 degrés. Sur la route, on entendait encore des manifestants et on voyait beaucoup de camions de police, de paniers à salade, etc. Devant le palais, un policier en uniforme nous a dit que le président était présentement au palais, ce qui expliquait le niveau de sécurité accru dans le secteur. Nous nous sommes empressés de déguerpir.

Pas grand-chose à dire du musée des beaux-arts, qui est en rénovation. Tout de même gratuit, comme la plupart des musées ici.

Nous avons pris un verre dans le quartier Listeria, Robert a pris deux Picso Sour. Je crois que ce sera son nouveau drink en revenant au Québec.

Nous sommes restés dans le coin et avons soupé tôt pour éviter d’être à l’extérieur tard dans la nuit.

Beaucoup beaucoup de trans ici. Peut-être que ça coûte moins cher les opérations? On en croise partout!!! Beaucoup d’itinérants et de pauvreté aussi. Nous sommes bien au Québec.

Il nous reste une dernière journée à passer ici. Nous avons prévu des activités tenant compte du fait que demain, tous les commerces seront fermés. À moins que cela soit différent dans les grandes villes comme Santiago? Nous verrons bien.

Du haut du Sky Costanera, au 62e étage.

Robert a pris un espresso du haut de l’édifice. Il est aussi haut que la Tour Eiffel.

Les Andes, au loin.

Le palais présidentiel, ou Moneda, où se trouvait le président du Chili au moment de notre visite. Les policiers montaient la garde, car on entendait des manifestants qui se rapprochaient au loin.

Le théâtre de Santiago. L’équivalent de notre Place des arts.

Le musée des beaux-arts vers 17 h aujourd’hui.

Exposition de photos de la vie au Chili vers la fin des années 1950. Musée des beaux-arts.

Picso Sour pour Robert et Spritz aperol pour moi. Robert est tombé en amour avec cet apéro.

Pizza de la casa et pâtes au beurre pour souper, avec un très bon Carmenere Gran Reserva.

Juste à côté de notre restaurant, Beatle originale devant le Bistro Viet où nous avons soupé hier soir.

[downton-bridgerton]

cobert + no. 14 of the physical affection prompts pls 💗

#14. play wrestling

Physical Affection Prompts

"You better come back here right now!!"

Cora Crawley shouted as she runs across the upstairs gallery of her family's Newport mansion. She was trying to catch her husband...who apparently got ahold of her old journal from she was a young woman

"Not until I find some pages to read out loud!!" Robert said, flipping through the small leathered book as he runs down the flight of the mansion's large stairs

"Robert Patrick Crawley, I swear to God—"

"Dear diary," Robert said in a mocking American accent "I am finally here in London with Mama and Harold! My friends were right, this place is really a fairytale!!"

Cora tries to snatch the journal away from him, but he raised his arm up high and continues reading

"I am here for their season, and I am so nervous! All the ladies are beautiful, and I'm not sure if I'm good enough to face the Queen! Is she going to like me? I sure hope!"

"Alright! That's enough, Mister" Cora jumps up to the best of her abilities, only to fail once again. Her husband escaped her grasp and paces around the grand hall of the mansion, reading another entry as she tries to catch up again

"Oh my dearest diary, I may have just met the most handsome man on this planet! His name was Robert! He said that he was a Viscount, but I all I noticed of him was his beautiful smile and charming personality!"

He looks up to her wife, and grins "So you think I was handsome and charming?"

She chuckles softly, and nods "You still are" she said, "But now, you're very much annoying, too"

She swiftly tries to snatch it, but Robert swerves, spinning to the other side

"He danced with me at my first ball in the Palace!" he continued as he spins in circles trying to avoid her "Not only is he handsome, but a great dancer too! We glided through the ball room with ease, and he was—HEY! "

Robert suddenly lets out a laugh as she suddenly tickled him. Cora knew that he was sensitive on his hips, and used the perfect opportunity to tickle him so, sending him stumbling down the ground...or so she thought

He quickly got ahold of her, which sent them both down the ground. Robert's back hit the cold marble floors first, and towered over by his wife. The two locked eyes at one another, with her blushing hard and him smirking like a fool

"Well...this is quite a position to be in" he teased, earning a slap on his chest and a light laugh from her

"It is," she grins playfully at him "But now I have you pinned down, can I please have my journal back now?"

"Pinned down? You're lucky you just knocked me over with the power of tickles–"

In one swift motion, Cora grab hold of his wrists and puts his arms above his head. Robert was clearly caught off guard, immediately releasing the journal out of his hand. His eyes widened and yet...he felt quite aroused, too. He never knew his wife could be so...dominating

"How about now?" he heard her again, snapping back from his thoughts "Have I pinned you down quite well?"

"Y-Yes...most definitely" he said, trying his best to speak clearly

Cora knew he was aroused, noticing his already hard bulge under his pants with the corner of her eye. She chuckles softly, and reached out for her journal that was above them

"Now, if you'll excuse me," she said as she released him from her grip "I'll go and hide this somewhere safer for you to not see again"

Robert could only watch his wife as she gently pecked his cheek, casually stand up, and walk away as if nothing happened. He carefully sat up on the floor, processing what had just happened

"What the fu—"

#cora? dominating robert?? more likely than you think 💀😌 #this is was rather fun to write 😆 #thank you for sending this!! 💗 #cora crawley #robert crawley #cobert #downton abbey #corasorangejuice #mutuals #physical affection prompts #*my drabbles and writing #my post

[whatsabriard]

I bet Cora has learned a lot working at the hospital. About all kinds of medical-y things and bodily fluids that makes Robert turn pale at the mention. But it makes her feel useful after a lifetime of feeling not quite so.

And maybe Cora feels like she’s stepping up for Sybil, who loved being a nurse and helping people. She understands the wanting and needing of a purpose, and she honors her late daughter by being there every day.

And so Robert does feel a little bit neglected sometimes, but he does his best to be supportive and after so many years his best is so much better than it was. He is proud of her, even if medicine and doctors and the like make him uncomfortable.

Still, he will talk the ear off anybody about her work at the hospital, something she isn’t aware of until Tom lets it slip that he’s getting a reputation for being insufferably braggy about his accomplished wife.

That evening when Cora is talking about the hospital when they are alone, Robert might miss the glint in her eye. Her confidence is up, she feels strong, and she feels playful.

He misses the humor in her tone (he often does, sweet man) when she tells him she ought to check his pulse.

Why, he wonders aloud? He feels perfectly fine.

When her lips find his carotid artery, though…That’s when he understands.

#i even have internet #so what’s my excuse #none #cobert #cora Crawley #Robert Crawley #fancy entourage

[olehistorian]

Ok. So here’s my Downton Abbey: A New Era review: not really spoiler-y, but might be if you’ve not seen it yet.

I just saw the film this afternoon. The theatre was full, approximately 100 women and about two men. Many came in groups and sat together.

I plan on going back next week because I’m sure I missed some things and I just want to go again.

In my humble opinion A New Era was much, much better than the first movie. Honestly, I can now pretend that the first movie was some bizarre Julian Fellowes dream - a la Bobby Ewing in the shower. All the out of character things never happened. Molesley never made an idiot out of himself in front of the King and Queen and the downstairs crew weren’t running around scheming and playing the tricksters.

A New Era is the movie that should have been made in 2018. I think it hit the right tone between comedy and drama. I would have loved more of a true downstairs plot line, but there were a few nuggets of fan fiction-y stuff to keep me happy.

🗝🍷Chelsie - Seeing Charlie and Elsie at home, reading in bed was worth the price of admission alone, even though it was a short scene. I liked that Elsie was less snippy with Charlie in this movie as opposed to the first film. She was once again the nippy-sweetie as opposed to just being nippy. She was genuinely empathetic to Charlie at the end of the movie when they’ve learned not so shocking news. That’s the Elsie Hughes I’ve come to know and love; don’t know where she was in the first film, but I’m glad she’s back. Same with Charlie. We got to see his different sides, not just grumpy bear. The scene with Mary was touching; I love when Charlie shows his father figure, tender side. Chelsie have obviously settled into a happy marriage and all appears right in their world. Also, in the role reversal scene, Elsie was every inch the upstairs countess. I’d have loved to hear Charlie and Elsie’s conversation about her costume. I have a feeling he was impressed.

Mrs. Patmore - at one point, Mrs. P. looked like she’d just rolled up from her house of ill repute. 🤭😉 But, I’m here for it. The scene with her plotting at the dinner table was funny, and sweet. Mrs. P deserves a happy ending. You go, girl!

Daisy - was much less annoying than normal. Obviously, marriage agrees with her. I enjoyed seeing her and Andy settling into young married life.

Baxley- the movie theatre erupted into applause. Nothing more needs to be said.

Anna and Bates - they are happy. Finally.

Thomas - hopefully, he will finally be happy.

Denker - wtf happened to her hair?

I’m less interested in the upstairs folks, but that doesn’t mean I’m uninterested.

Mary - where is the Blessed Lady Mary? Hello? 😂 Seriously, I like Mary when she’s nice, but I like her bitchy side too. We got one snide remark at Edith’s expense. Maybe Mary has matured which is good because it is clear that she’s the new Dowager. Her life has already paralleled that of her grandmother even down to the type of marriage they have/had with semi-absentee husbands. Still, Mary’s quip game needs some work to live up to her grandmother’s standards.

Edith - is using her brain again. Thank goodness for that.

Cora and Robert - are blissfully happy, but why is Robert so tan?

Tom and Lucy - will be living at Felsham Hall. I wonder what Lady Jane thinks about that?🤔

The Dowager - Dame Maggie Smith - 👏🏻👏🏻. I was warned about the last 30 mins of the film, and that analysis was correct. Two hankies were definitely needed. A group of 20 year olds sitting down from me were sniffling too as were some other ladies at the opposite end.

I will say that seeing a few of the actors was a bit jarring as they have, quite naturally, aged (haven’t we all?). It reminded me that Downton can’t go on forever with all the same actors. Of course, I’d love a tv spin off with the Carson’s running their B&B with Mrs. P and Mr. Mason popping by, perhaps little Johnny Bates comes by after school for cookies. Ah, fan fiction!

It seems like Julian Fellowes has tied up all the loose ends neatly. Carson is back in charge, Cora will live, and Mary is facing up to her destiny as Downton matriarch.

If this is Downton’s farewell, I’m well-satisfied.

#downton abbey #downton abbey film #downton abbey a new era #my opinion #jim carter #phyllis logan #lesley nicol #michelle dockery #laura carmichael #elizabeth mcgovern #hugh bonneville #allen leech #joanne froggatt #brendan coyle #sophie mcshera #maggie smith #charles carson #elsie hughes #mrs patmore #daisy mason #anna bates #john bates #lady mary crawley #lady edith crawley #robert crawley #cora crawley #the dowager countess #spoilers but not really

[ladyrosse]

I feed myself from Fanfics Coberts RECOMMEND YOUR Favourites 🥹🥹🥹

#downton abbey #cobert #cora y robert #cora crawley #robert crawley

[cobertaddict]

hi:) do you know if any good Cora/Robert/Rosamund or Cora/Rosamund fics that focus on their friendship and Rosamund helping Cora get adjusted to life and stuff like that???

Hello!

Hmm... On the top of my head, there's only a few fics that come to mind. Not sure if I've read any fics that entertain the idea of Rosamund helping Cora adjust to her English life unfortunately :( But I've read some that includes a good friendship between the two (and with Robert) :) I tried my best tracking down some fics for you. Some are drabbles/ one-shots and the others are longer fics. Their ratings vary, so make sure to check out the rating before reading :)

Open Your Eyes- A fic mostly centered on Cobert, but there's no denying Rosamund is a total cobert shipper here 😅

Intimate Affairs: Ch. 7 & Ch. 11- Drabbles from Rosamund's POV witnessing cobert's relationship unfold

The Snows of Yesteryear- Again, a fic mostly on Cobert, but has a few elements of Rosamund (especially ch. 9, which I really love & I think you'll enjoy)

Ebrio y Vigoroso- It's Cora's first birthday at Downton and Rosamund gets Cora drunk

These Lonely Souls and Empty Hearts- An AU fic where Rosamund & Harold (Cora's brother) get together with bits of Cobert sprinkled in it. Personally, I haven't read this fic yet but I found it during my search 😅

Don't Interfere Violet- A drabble about Rosamund & Marmaduke with small hints of cobert

What on Earth is a French 75?- Mostly a cobert fic, but there is Rosamund in it (as a sort of bartender! lol 😅)

Parents and Siblings

Not sure if you like Modern AU, but I included a couple where I really enjoy the scenes/ interaction of Rosamund with Cora/ Cobert (but keep in mind they're mostly cobert fics):

Lessons to Learn

To Get to You

Well that's all I found on my search, sorry it's rather a small list :(. If anyone has any suggestions or additional fics, please feel free to reblog/ comment with them, that would certainly help :)

I wish you good luck on your journey of fanfic reading, here's some cobert cuteness for ya!

#thank you for the ask! :) #rosamund painswick #cora crawley #cobert #fanfic list

[gwenlen]

So I've just finally seen Downton Abbey II (which means I can finally unblock the Downton Abbey tag!) and here are my thoughts in case that is of interest to anyone:

That embroidered blue coat Lucy wears just after her wedding is gorgeous, I want the same (that was my first thought so sorry, this costume-y note comes first)

I liked the idea of the movie, but I didn't like the actors though. Myrna Dagleish's transformation from "spoilt and silly girl" to "shy and grateful woman" was too sudden, even if it helped enhance Cora's kindness. Guy's romance with Thomas was unnecessary and I wish they'd kept Richard as Thomas' love interest instead of throwing him away and coming up with another romance. And Jack Barber was... nice, I just wasn't sure why they wanted to draw this romance with Mary, it would have been nicer to have them just as co-workers I think. And Mary's line "it feels good to a married woman to see she still can attract men" was too much like Cora's pseudo-romance with Bricker, so... didn't like it.

The villa in the south of France. Glorious architecture, stunning landscape, incredible colours. Loved to see Edith's wardrobe perfectly matching the landscape (all those oranges and teals... Incredible).

Nathalie Baye seemed a bit off to me though? I'm French and I watched the movie in English but something in her lines disturbed me. I think the dialogues have been written in English and then translated into French and something wasn't natural with them.

Cobert Angst. Unnecessary to some extent, because the malignant anemia has already been used for Lord Merton and I already didn't like the "Deus ex machina" effect. But that scene in the garden? Robert breaking down thinking he's going to lose his wife? I loved it. The sweet scenes between them (when he took her hand in the boat!) were so beautiful. Loved them from start to finish. Robert's own interrogations about his origins were a good way to put him in an uncomfortable position and to give him and Cora new challenges to face.

Edith and Bertie, on the contrary, were so happy! Seeing Edith starting to write again was so cute. Also, wow, this girl can dance? She makes smooth moves at the party. She looked a bit like Duchess during the jazz scene in The Aristocats (I know, I know, my references are odd).

Mary and Edith. I've always been a Mary stan but I didn't like her evolution in season 6. I'm so glad to see they're at peace now, they confide in each other and it warmed my heart. They even joke and tease each other, but in a nice and harmless way. The way they cuddle just after Violet dies reminded me of Sybil's death, and I could see how both of them improved over the years. Mary and Edith's relationship is probably my favourite aspect of the movie.

Speaking of Violet's death, I loved the way it was built up during the whole movie. Giving everybody time to think about it, and finally having a peaceful death at Downton, was all we could wish for her. I'm glad she had time to speak to everyone before dying and even to have the last word with Denker. Loved this Oscar Wilde-like last sentence.

Oh, and Tom's and Violet's scene when she admits she wasn't fond of him in the beginning but she loves him and is glad they're friends? Made me tear up.

The funeral was so well-paced, too! Mary's and Carson's scene was so sweet and inevitably reminded me of their scene in S4E1.

Also, if anyone knows where I can find a brooch similar to the one Violet wears before passing it on to Mary? I want good Downton Abbey merch, I'm tired of seeing shirts and mugs to be honest.

Another costume-y note: the burgundy silk dressing-gown Mary wears for approximately 10 seconds in her bedroom was gorgeous, I need it.

Molesley and Baxter's arc. So cute. Their happy ending is definitely worth the wait. The proposal scene was both funny and sweet, just like them.

Loved the additional plot of Mrs Patmore and Mr Mason, and the part Daisy took in it. It was just a beginning, so it didn't add too much new details into the film but it was enough for us to hope and I'm here for it.

Also, Carson being Carson. Enough said. Flawless.

That's it I think. My inbox is open to chat if anyone fancies to!

#I'm so late but I wanted to talk about it anyway #downton abbey #downton abbey II: a new era #downton abbey meta #cobert #mary crawley #edith crawley #downton abbey spoilers

[operationc0bra]

Hope Swan-Jones

AU:

Basics

Home: Storybrook

Species: Human

Status: Alive

Gender: Female

Nationality: English-American

AU:

Occupation: Pirate Princess

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Family:

Mother: Emma Swan

Father: Killian “Hook” Jones

(half) Brother: Henry Mills

(2nd half) Brother: Henry Mills (Wish Realm)

(half) Sister-in-law: Jacinda “Cinderella”

(half) Niece: Lucy Mills

Extended family:

(maternal) Grandmother: Snow White “Mary Margaret”

(maternal) Grandfather: Prince Charming “David Nolan”

(maternal) Uncle: Neal Nolan

(paternal) Grandmother: Alice Jones

(paternal) Grandfather: Brennan Jones (✝️)

(paternal) Uncle: Liam Jones (✝️)

(paternal) Half-uncle: Liam Jones II (✝️)

(maternal) Great uncle: James (✝️)

(paternal) Great grandmother: Ruth (✝️)

(paternal) Great grandfather: Robert (✝️)

(maternal) Great grandmother: Queen Eva (✝️)

(maternal) Great grandfather: King Leopold (✝️)

(step) great great great grandmother: Cora Mills (✝️)

(maternal) Step great great grandfather: Henry Mills Sr. (✝️)

(step) Great grandmother: Regina Mills

(step) Great-great aunt: Zelena

(step) Cousin: Robin

(step) Great great great grandfather: Xavier

(step) Great great great grandfather: The Miller

AU:

(2nd) Mother: Regina Swan

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Appearance / personality: (NA)

AU:

Hope would have had black, wavy, hair, (the same as her mother but has her father’s colouring) she has dark chocolate brown eyes.

She likes to wear dark, pirate-y clothes and accessories.

(I decided since Henry had no interest in being a full time pirate then at least Hope can be 😂)

Personality:

(From Mom)

• Mistrustful (sometimes)

• Believes in justice

• Lone-wolf

• Aggressive

• Calculated

• Vulnerable

• Strong

• Logical

• Impulsive

• Forgiving

(From Dad)

• Loyal

• Flirtatious

• Family oriented

• Amicable

• Cunning

• Suave

#captain swan child #hope swan jones #character bio

[moicabinetdecuriosites]

La vida de la más extravagante cortesana del siglo XIX, a la que le regalaron un libro hecho de billetes

De todas las cortesanas del siglo XIX, Cora Pearl fue tal vez la más descaradamente extravagante. Nacida Emma Elizabeth Crouch en 1835 en Gran Bretaña, se convirtió en una muchacha de magnífico cuerpo y largos cabellos pelirrojos. Entró en la prostitución luego de que un desconocido la violara. Había aceptado beber unas copas con ese hombre y se despertó doce horas después en una cama junto a su violador, que la miró indiferente y le dio cinco libras.

Cora Pearl, de Londres a París

Nunca tuvo la intención de ser una simple prostituta de calle. Desde el comienzo, esta joven tenía su mirada puesta en un estatus mucho más elevado, y hasta lujoso.

En Londres, Pearl conoció a Robert Bignell, el dueño de un burdel de mala fama, y pronto se convirtió en su amante. Ella tenia casi 17 años y él, 35. La pareja viajó a Paris como marido y mujer; luego de haberse enamorado de la ciudad, Pearl le exigió a Bignell que volviera a Londres sin ella. Durante este tiempo, se inventó el alias “Cora Pearl”, un nombre que pretendía encarnar el nuevo y opulento futuro que buscaba crearse en París.

Fue muy exitosa en este nuevo emprendimiento, pronto logró incluir en su lista de clientes a la más distinguida nobleza, duques, príncipes, incluso al duque de Morny, hermanastro de Napoleón III y ministro de Interior; y al príncipe Jerónimo Bonaparte, que la instaló en un castillo. Ellos cumplían todos sus deseos. Su sueño de una vida lujosa se vio concretado. Para 1864, Pearl tenía su propio “chateu” en el valle del Loira. Tan famosas eran sus fiestas que el chateu se convirtió en uno de los principales destinos de entretenimiento de la alta sociedad.

Cora Pearl, tendencia en la moda

Por encima de todo, Pearl se jactaba de marcar tendencia en la moda. Su colección de joyas, valuada en alrededor de un millón de francos, era la envidia de todos. Su ropa era especialmente diseñada por Charles Frederick Worth, considerado el padre de la alta costura, y siempre se vestía con la intención de deslumbrar. Le gustaba teñirse el pelo de colores llamativos (había días en los que se teñía de un color amarillo limón para que su cabello hiciera juego con el decorado de satén del interior de su carruaje).

Proponía looks dramáticos: su maquillaje de rostro y ojos estaba mezclado con polvo de perlas o de plata para producir un efecto luminoso. Cora fue una de las primeras mujeres en Francia en teñirse el pelo de rojo furioso. Aunque no era una figura sobre la que discutían las mujeres más sofisticadas, a puertas cerradas buscaban desesperadamente imitarla.

En la primera mitad del msiglo XIX, Alexander Duval, hijo de un famoso comerciante que se hizo rico como propietario de una cadena de restaurantes, se enamoró de ella con locura. Había heredado 10 millones de francos y Cora logró que los invirtiera en ella.

-Ordename morir y moriré por vos-, le dijo él.

-Prefiero que vivas y pagues mis deudas-, le respondió ella.

Un millón por una noche y un libro de billetes

Cora, que solía cobrar un millón por una noche a los príncipes y duques, recibió 100.000 libras de Alexander pensando el pobre incauto que con ese dinero ella podría sostener sus gastos por un largo tiempo, pero el mismo día que los recibió gastó 6000 en un banquete donde su amante no estuvo invitado. Alexander hacía de todo por retenerla. Le regaló un collar de diamantes valuado en 600.000 francos y un libro. Ella estuvo por rechazar el libro hasta que se dio cuenta que cada página era un billete de mil francos.

Cora no sentía nada por Alexander. En la intimidad, diría años después en sus memorias oficiales, realizaba una gran actuación fingiendo un placer que no sentía. Abandonó al pobre Alexander cuando este perdió toda su fortuna. Lo cambió por Achille Murat, el hijo de uno de los generales de Napoleón, Joachim Murat. Pero tuvo que abandonar París por un tiempo cuando se enteró que Alexander Duval se había suicidado a causa de su rechazo.

Atrevida e independiente, Cora Pearl tuvo el coraje de ser, y vestirse, de manera fiel a su estilo y personalidad mucho antes de que ese comportamiento fuera tolerado por la gran mayoría de las mujeres. También tuvo el desenfado de contar en sus memorias muchas de sus experiencias sexuales con la nobleza. Buscaba, escribió, que el príncipe Jerónimo Bonaparte no se emborrachase. La razón era que si estaba sobrio apenas podía mantener una erección pero luego de suficiente cognac aguantaba hasta cuarenta minutos, circunstancia que a Cora no le convenía. Según cuenta en su diario, una noche el príncipe se durmió antes de la cuenta. Al día siguiente trató de compensarla con joyas y dinero.

Aquella misma noche volvimos a la ópera, y esta vez acompañados de un miembro de su séquito, el teniente de navío Brunet, y un joven amigo, André Hurion, un niño bonito. Los dos tenían la mitad de años que el príncipe [...] Yo me puse en pie pidiendo que nos marchásemos. Para mi sorpresa, los dos invitados subieron al coche con el príncipe, quien no hizo ningún gesto de desaprobación. Al llegar a casa subieron las escaleras con nosotros y nos acompañaron al dormitorio. Yo empecé a sospechar lo que iba a ocurrir y, efectivamente, apenas se había cerrado la puerta los dos jóvenes estaban desvestidos”, relató y agregó lo que dijo Jerónimo Bonaparte: “Por favor, hagan como si yo no estuviera...”, tras lo cual él se acomodó en un sillón con una botella de coñac y un vaso a contemplar los acontecimientos.

La edad, la única enemiga de Cora

Cora fue perdiendo terreno a manos de cortesanas más jóvenes, además de gastar a manos llenas. Con el tiempo, declinó su fama y su dinero, y sus propiedades desaparecieron. Quiso ganar dinero escribiendo un diario que logró publicar pero que nadie o muy pocos leyeron en su primera edición. Luego agregó condimentos sexuales que levantaron las ventas.

“Nunca engañé a nadie porque nunca le pertenecí a nadie”-, escribió. “Mi independencia era toda mi fortuna y no conocí ninguna otra forma de felicidad”.

Murió pobre, de cáncer, a los 51 años, en el invierno de 1886. Un caballero aristócrata, que se interesó por el destino de su cuerpo, cuando advirtió que la llevaban a una fosa común detuvo a los empleados del cementerio y pagó un entierro espléndido.