#Sarah O’Brien

[gwm247]

Sarah O’Brien

[gooseberrily]

I can be yuor angle or your deeble…

[queenmelancholy]

This is when I know I’ll be teaming up with Thomas and O’Brien.

Downton Abbey, S1E2

[lt-sparrow]

evil mlm/wlw solidarity

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hey!! I saw your Thomas barrow headcanons and I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is a new maid and Thomas takes a liking to her and stands up for her and the reader then begins to fall for Thomas and he finds out somehow and tells her that he can’t love her and the reader understands and they end up as good friends? Thank you so much if you write this I love your writing!!

It’s Nice To Have a Friend || Thomas Barrow & reader • Part 1

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summary: when your father dies and you’re forced to get a job as a maid at Downton you are greeted by Thomas Barrow who takes to helping you get settled in

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none

a/n: thank you so much for the request, I’ve been meaning to write for Thomas and so I decided to make this a series. this is the first of a three part series (part 2 and 3 are out now!!) enjoy <3🍒💋

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Downton Abbey. You took in the grand estate as you walked up towards the house, clutching your coat tighter around yourself.

     Saying you needed this job would be an understatement. What with your father’s death and your mother’s not being able to uphold the farm, you needed every penny you could get. Sure, being a maid wasn’t your ideal job, but it would do. There were less respectable positions than a housemaid in a estate such as Lord and Lady Grantham’s.

     You stuck your chin up. You were lucky to have gotten this job. And you would make a good maid—you would have to. It wasn’t where you imagined yourself when you were a little girl and dreamed of being the next Mary Shelley. But what were dreams to reality. You shook these thoughts off as you approached the house. 

     As you headed towards where you guessed the the servants entrance was, you thought about the decisions that had got you here. You hoped you’d made the right ones. You stopped for a moment, leaning up against the wall, hoping no one could see you. This had to go well. You took a minute to collect yourself. A door opened a little ways down and someone stepped out. You saw his figure walking towards you. 

     “Can I help you?” The man who now stood before you asked, with a slight air of suspicion. He had dark hair and dark eyes and you couldn’t help but notice how good-looking he was. God does have his favorites, you thought.

     “I’m (Y/n) (Y/l/n), the new housemaid.” You told him, standing up straighter.

     “I didn’t know we needed another housemaid,” the man said. 

     “Well I’m not here to mend cars,” you told him.

     “Ah, of course not,” he smiled, “I see you prefer to spend your time lurking in the shadows.”

     “I was merely looking for the servants entrance,” you countered.

     He looked you up and down, “Right. This way,” he led you farther down, towards the door he had previously exited. 

     “Well, now I’ve introduced myself, who might you be? I don’t suppose you’re the butler.”

     “In time,” he said mysteriously. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I’m Thomas Barrow, his Lordship’s valet. It’s a right here.”

     You turned right and were led into the servants quarters, a lively place, bustling with cooks and maids and footmen as they went about their work. As Thomas led you to the back of the room and into a hall you marveled at how many servants worked here. Sure, the house was large but you couldn’t imagine one family needing that much help. 

     “Here we are,” Thomas stopped in front of a room with the door propped open and you were met with a stern looking woman and an even more stern looking man. 

     “Ah, (Y/n), I see you’ve made it,” the woman greeted you, smiling, “I hope your trip wasn’t too rough.”

     “No ma’am,” you answered. 

     “We’re glad to have you (Y/n),” the man said, “Mrs. Hughes and I have been quite busy lately with such a limited staff. Thank you, Thomas, for showing her the way.” 

     Thomas nodded and as you looked around you, the door pushed open a tad and you saw that a maid with blonde hair had entered the room.

     “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she said. 

     “We were just welcoming the new maid. (Y/n), this is Anna, the head housemaid. She’ll show you to your rooms.” Mr. Carson said. “You have a few minutes to get settled and then you’ll need to change. Mrs. Hughes can tell you when to get the girls rooms ready and when to turn the guest rooms. Daisy will wake you at 6:00 every morning.”

     The woman who must have been Anna led you down a hall. 

     “I don’t know how I’ll ever remember it all,” you said.

     “You’ll pick it up in no time,” Anna smiled encouragingly. She showed you to the room you were to be sharing with another one of the maids and you set your bag down that held your few possessions.

     Upon walking back to the servants dining room you found most of the people sitting around the table having a rest or mending something, their eyes on you once you walked in. 

      “So, has it always been your dream to be in service or did fate require it?” One woman said, not entirely kindly, you thought.

     “If you’re asking if I mean to be a housemaid my whole life then no, I can’t say that I do.” You answered honestly, maybe too honestly, you realized as the word tumbled out of your mouth. “I have my ambitions, just like the rest of us.”

     “You’ll do good to forget about them,” she drawled.

     “O’Brien doesn’t mean it,” Anna smiled at you, “I think it’s lovely that you’ve got dreams.”

     “You don’t mean to be here long then?” A kitchen girl asked you.

     “Oh I don’t mean that,” you said, “it’s a good position and I’m lucky to be here.”

     Suddenly, a cook with fiery red hair stormed into the room, glaring daggers at the girl who had just spoke. 

     “Daisy I said you could have a break not a day off!” 

     “Coming Mrs. Patmore,” Daisy scrambled off, glancing back at you with a worried look. 

     Thomas walked in just then, Daisy almost running into him, holding a cigarette, “Got a lot of ambitions, do you (Y/n)?”

     “I might,” you answered, looking at Thomas mysteriously. 

     “Well you mustn’t let Mr. Carson hear you talking about ‘em,” he lifted his cigarette to his mouth, “we’re not supposed to have thoughts and opinions down here.”

     “You have no trouble sharing yours,” O’Brien raised an eyebrow.

     “You’re one to talk,” he countered.

     You looked between them, and then turned to Anna, whispering, “They don’t get on, do they?”

     Anna turned to you. “They’re friends really,” she continued in a low voice, taking on a joking tone, “united in their treachery.”

     You didn’t think Thomas had seemed particularly treacherous. Cold maybe. Haughty sure. But not treacherous. However, first impressions were often wrong.

     Mr. Carson entered the room again. Everyone stood up, awaiting instruction. 

     “I’ve rung the dressing gong,” he said, “You must all begin to get ready for dinner. Everyone is ready to be dressed so you should head up at once. Thomas, His Lordship’s new shoes are in the boot room and they need brushing.”

     “Yes Mr. Carson.”

     Mrs. Hughes addressed you. “And (Y/n), if you could help Anna out by fetching Edith’s frock. It was being mended and I haven’t had a chance to send it up.” 

     “Yes Mrs. Hughes.” You went off with everyone else in a rush, heading in the same direction as Thomas.

     “Settling in yet?” Thomas asked you as you walked.

     “As much as I can,” you answered. “I hope so, at least.”

     He was silent a moment before saying, “Always rise when any of the family comes down here. Never appear in the dining room when dinner service is in progress. Prepare to serve long and tiring hours and don’t expect to be acknowledged for it neither. Remember that and you should be alright.”

     You looked at him. “Thank you, you’ve been ever so welcoming. I’ve no doubt you know this house like the back of your hand. If I was Mr. Carson I’d worry I’d be out of a job.”

     Thomas was silent.

     You accepted the silence for a few moments and then sought to break it. “So you seemed keen to talk about ambitions, what are your dreams, Mr. Barrow?”

     “Who says I’ve got dreams?”

     “Everyone has dreams,” you told him.

     “Not me,” he said cryptically. “People like me don’t have dreams.”

     “I don’t believe that. I think everyone’s got a right to hope just as anyone else.”

     “The world doesn’t share your views, my luck,” he said.

     As you pondered over what this meant, you followed Thomas into the boot room. He picked up a pair of shoes and grabbed a brush.

     “I’d like to become a novelist,” you said. “I like to write—that’s my dream.”

     He didn’t say anything

    You gathered a parcel that must have been Lady Edith’s dress and began to leave the room.  “That was a very interesting conversation, Mr. Barrow, thank you.”

     You turned back around before exiting. “I’d like to think we’ll become friends, you and I,” you told him.

     “Oh, (Y/n),” Thomas turned to you, stopping mid-brush, “I don’t have friends here. Everyone knows that.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ part 2 and 3 are up now hope you enjoyed this loves

[legendarygladiatorbeliever]

❤️Sarah O’Brien❤️

[sapphicgardensinmymind]

“O’Brien?” Cora asks, voice straining in the process.

“Yes, Milady?” She replies, eagerly searching her Lady’s face for any sign of discomfort, ready to move in an instant for anything she may need, knowing she’d bring her the sun itself if that’s what she wants.

But Cora’s face simply softens, as she lets out an almost contented sigh, eyes closing once more, voice soft as she repeats more surely this time, “O’Brien.”

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i'm rewatching the show and these two just grabbed hold of me okay i mean the lesbian yearning of it all

[ask-carson-real]

A while ago I had this dream where Mrs Patmore was standing on the roof of a fast moving train, staring angrily at Miss O’Brien, who was levitating in the air across from her but moving the exact speed of the train

[longliverockback]

Electric Light Orchestra Live 2013 Frontiers Music ————————————————— Tracks: 01. Evil Woman 02. Showdown 03. Secret Messages 04. Livin’ Thing 05. Sweet Talkin’ Woman 06. Mr. Blue Sky 07. Can’t Get It out of My Head 08. Twilight 09. Confusion 10. Don’t Bring Me Down 11. Roll over Beethoven 12. Out of Luck 13. Cold Feet 14. Telephone Line —————————————————

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Richard Tandy

* Long Live Rock Archive

[queenmelancholy]

Taking this opportunity to talk about O’Brien and her relationship with Thomas a bit. I’d like to think that she actually cared about him, more or less. Remember when Thomas got back from the war and showed her his blighty? That look on O’Brien’s face was genuine concern and sympathy. Maybe it was just Siobhan Finneran’s acting. But she also kept close contact with Thomas when he was on the front line, where he would more likely to die than come back to be her agent of evil deeds. She was concerned about his next steps when he said he’d like to leave Downton near the end of both S1 and S2, and she followed up with his whereabouts when he went into the black market business. I think she did care about him, just as a person.

I think the original tags above were so right about why Thomas bonded with O’Brien. On the other hand, I think somehow O’Brien saw Thomas as her younger brother - especially after she lost her favourite one to the injustice of the class system and a bad fate in life, which to some extent was so similar in Thomas’s own experience. She must have felt a bit sorry for him too, to be an ambitious young man struggling through the ladder but always got this burden of his sexuality hanging over him.

So to do justice to O’Brien’s character, I’d say her relationship with Thomas is nuanced - yes she did exploited him, but she also cared about him. They were both bitter and perceptive people, and in their bitterness they found each other to be complicit with. They held a worldview different than all the others, and they had been lonely because of that. They became friends because they understood each other better than anyone else. And when they became enemies, both were able to hurt each other the most, precisely due to their mutual understanding.

It is our loss that we will never get to see more of O’Brien’s story being told. I’ve always felt that her character could’ve been nearly as complex and interesting as Thomas’s.

I'm also like. Thinking about the early Thomas+O'Brien brotp and how O'Brien takes such pride in her profession as a lady's maid, while Thomas is very determined to become a valet, and I'm wondering if Thomas's friendship with O'Brien and her being a sort-of mentor for him had something to do with him wanting to be a valet.

[corvidaeconundrum]

Our so far designs for our Starbright AU! Including the human versions of the alternates(weird al lucifer weird al lucifer weird al ginger lucifer-)

[barris-ftw]

Don’t think I’ve seen this one posted on tumblr so here’s a deleted scene from S3 E6

[marvelousbelladonna]

Only caught the tale end of it

But it seems we’re getting a Midst-esque one-shot

[clean-bubbles-aka-bubbles]

Anon {Mandela Catalogue x OC/Reader}

(The reader will be an OC, so your name won't be mentioned, but you can imagine yourself as my OC.)

𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑-𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.

(Chapters will have links instead of you trying to search through my Tumblr account.)

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃

This is just a fanfiction for the fun and entertainment for readers and audiences. If there is anything that makes you uncomfortable or you have questions, tell me what it is. I'll elaborate it.

𝓣𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼:

PROLOGUE: Ephemeral Descent

Enigmatic Awakening || Eternal Bound

Persistence and Distance

Friendship Rivalry Unveiled

Nothing is Worth the Risk?

Deceptive Bonds to Abyss of Despair

Intricate Manipulations

Descent into Darkness

Lies in Shadows

A Pray that Preys

Somebody Came for Mark

Resurrection Gambit

Perpetual Confrontation with Perpetrator

Bamboozling a Bamboozler

Cabin Inn

The Stalkers' Whisper

Paranoia's Grip

Devilish Scheme

Knock of Illusions

Alternate Ambush

Peppered Desperation

Forest of Spellbound Fate

Temporal Displacement: Celestial Conundrum

Sibling Reunion

BPS & Police

Masking Madness

Intrusive Discovery

Psychological Capturing

Faustian Dilemma

Descent into Darkness

Covenant of Shadows

Betrayal's Echo

Catalyst of Confessions

Paranormal Machinations

Fractured Bonds

Divine Intervention

Resonance of Redemption

Epilogue: Ephemeral Farewell

Hope you all enjoy! These will be open up soon!

REBLOGS (and/or COMMENTS) >>> LIKES are heavily appreciated!

[stephen-king-deutschland]

The Monkey / Der Affe kommt im Februar 2025

Der Affe ist eine Kurzgeschichte von Stephen King aus dem Jahr 1980. Sie ist in der Kurzgeschichtensammlung Der Fornit bzw. Blut enthalten. Nach vielen Jahren fällt Hal Shelburn erneut ein Spielzeug-Affe in die Hand, der nach Hals Überzeugung in seiner Kindheit für mehrere mysteriöse Todesfälle verantwortlich war. Immer wenn er mit seinen Zimbeln klimperte, musste jemand in Hals Bekanntenkreis…

[hayleythesugarbowl]

It’s Nice To Have a Friend || Thomas Barrow & reader • Part 2

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

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summary: you’ve now been working at downton for a week and, your friendship with Thomas growing (if somewhat confusingly), something happens that could jeopardize your job

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none

a/n: hope you guys enjoy part 2!! i love writing for Thomas so much 🩰🪐

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Hours passed.  Meals were served. Days went by. And before you knew it you’d already been working at Downton for nearly two weeks. You’d adjusted well, you thought, and everything had passed very smoothly with help from Anna and Mrs. Hughes…and Thomas Barrow.

     Surprisingly, he’d been a huge help to you. He knew the house inside and out and it payed off. Despite his saying you weren’t friends, he always found a way to guide you in the right direction or give you useful information. You supposed he was trying to prepare for running this house someday. 

     He could pretend he had no desires, but you knew he wanted to be butler.

     He still remained mostly a mystery to you, however. A you sat across the table from him now and sipped your tea, you couldn’t help but feel like no one really knew the real Thomas. And you’d not even been here a fortnight.

     Daisy came to the table to serve everyone their dinner and you were brought out of your thoughts. 

     “(Y/n)? You look as if you’re still never awoken since breakfast!” Anna smiled at you.

     “Lost in thought, that’s all,” you said.

     “How’s your mother holding up?” Anna asked you from across the table. 

     “She’s getting by, I believe,” you answered. You’d written to her once to tell her about your getting settled and in the letter you’d inquired about the farm. She’d sounded optimistic but you could sense the worry in her words and it just made you even more determined to make things work for her. 

     “I envy her,” O’Brien said, “at least she’s not slaving away her days for nothing in return.”

     “O’Brien,” Anna warned.

      “If you expect sympathy, you’re not going to get it from me,” she said, “that’s all. If you expect me to pity a woman who’s—”

     “You must forgive O’Brien,” Thomas looked at you, “She doesn’t know what it’s like to have a mother, being the spawn of Satan and all.”

     Thomas raised an eyebrow at you and then got up, putting out his cigarette on the table and leaving the room.

     O’Brien got out of her seat as well, and, walking in the opposite direction as Thomas, went presumably to feel indignant outside, you figured. 

     “I don’t know how you do it,” Daisy said from beside you. “Thomas’s never stuck up for any one of us like that.”

     “He’s not unpleasant,” you said, blushing despite yourself. 

     “Maybe not to you,” Anna and Daisy shared a look.

     “Well, I think he’s rather welcoming.”

     “Careful, or he’ll make you his friend,” Anna joked, her voice filled with mirth.

     “You won’t have to worry about that,” you said, thinking back, “he’s told me he doesn’t have friends.”

     It seemed as if your dinner had barely been finished with before everyone was preparing for the family’s supper. 

     Everything was especially hectic today due to the guests attending. Mr. Carson had giving his speech earlier on about it and everyone was in a hurry.

     “Lord and Lady Hardcastle are visiting from London this week and it is of utmost importance that you are all on your best behavior as we must leave a good impression,” he’d said. 

     “I don’t see why we have to work ourselves into a state because someone’s grandparents decide to take a trip to the country,” had been Thomas’s reply. 

     You knew he was just grumbling because he had to act as first footman while you were short staffed—which “was insulting to a respected valet like himself”—but secretly you agreed with him. You wanted to make a good impression and you hoped everything went according to plan but you couldn’t help but internally wish it all would be over as you took part in all of it. 

     Once the main course was sent up, everything calmed down a bit. You sat down for a minute to rest your weary feet.

     After what seemed like seconds, desert had been sent up and as you went to stand you noticed a bowl of some sauce or another that you were sure shouldn’t have been left downstairs.

     “Daisy? Is this supposed to go up?” You asked her.

     She stopped her cleaning and looked up at you. Her eye catching in the dish, she made a face of pure horror. “Oh, Lord, yes it is! Oh I’m done for! I was supposed to tell William it was to go on the raspberry pudding!”

     “Not to worry,” you told her, “I’ll take it up.”

     “Have you lost your mind? What if someone sees you?”

     “They won’t. I’ll hand it off to one of the footmen or Thomas on the stairs.”

      It being settled with some trepidation on Daisy’s part, you rushed up the servants stairs and caught Thomas coming back down. 

     “Oh thank goodness, here this goes up now, it’s for the pudding.” You handed him the bowl of sauce in your hands and he took it into the dining room. Thomas headed back downstairs but you didn’t move.

     Now that you were there, you couldn’t help but peek around the corner. It was magnificent! The shimmering chandeliers and exquisite artistry—you’d never been in such a beautiful house. You took another step forwards until you were perched on the top step.

     You noticed William coming up behind you too late. You spun around, hearing footsteps and slammed into him, knocking the dish he was carrying out of his hands and flying into the dining room along with you. You stumbled backwards, your foot accidentally catching on the table leg holding the platters and dishes which Mr. Carson stood next to on the other end. You scrambled to get up, very aware you were not supposed to be seen in the dining room, but in your haste you tripped over the now broken china on the ground and fell forwards, grabbing at the table and brought down more than a few serving dishes with you. 

     Silence. You wished you could sink into the floor and disappear forever. The Crawley family and their guests sat in shock. Mr. Carson hurried over.

     You started, “I—I’m sorry—”

     Mr. Carson interrupted you, breathless. “I am so sorry, My Lord. We will deal with this immediately.” 

     “Don’t bother Carson, we were just heading over,” he stood up and the rest of the party followed suit, heading towards the drawing room.

     “Once again, I apologize for the behavior of the staff, it will not happen again.” The Butler reiterated.

     “Don’t lose sleep over it Carson, i know it wasn’t your fault—and if we’re being completely transparent, an interruption was rather welcome to shorten this dull evening,” he smiled, but in more seriousness said, “I do hope, however, that tomorrow’s dinner won’t be so eventful.”

     “Of course not, M’Lord.”

     Lord Grantham left with the rest of his family and soon the dining room was empty except for you, William, who was trying in vain to clean up the mess, and Mr. Carson. 

     “William, fetch the other footmen. (Y/n), we will talk later.” Mr. Carson rushed in the other direction and you tried to brush yourself off, utterly miserable.

     “Well, everyone who’s called me a clumsy fool would love to see this,” William said nervously. 

     “Indeed we would,” Thomas appeared at the top of the stairs

     “Nonsense,” you protested, “I’m the one to blame. I shouldn’t have even been upstairs.”

     Thomas’s eyes widened at the sight of the dining room, “No, you shouldn’t have, now go and get yourself cleaned up. I’ll take care of this.”

     William went downstairs to acquire help and you hesitated.

     “I—” You meant to thank him and insist you must help but the words caught in your throat. All of the stress of the past week and the mortification of this evening piled on top of each other and all that came out of your mouth was a sob. You sunk down against the wall, cradling your arms against your chest.

     A look of concern passed over Thomas’s face and he stepped towards you, kneeling down. 

     “Come now, it’s all right. No one’s died,” he placed his gloved hand on your shoulder gently.

     You put your face in your hands, the tears coming harder.

     Thomas seemed at a loss. After a few “there there”s in vain, he stayed silent for a moment. 

     You knew you should get out of the dining room and go downstairs—to pack your things, if nothing else. There was no way you’d be able to keep your job after this, you thought miserably. You wrapped your arms around your knees. You tried to make yourself get up. You were being a foolish schoolgirl, you told yourself, no use shedding tears over the inevitable. 

     “My dream is to find someone that loves me,” Thomas said, interrupting the silence, “—you asked me before. I want to care for someone and be cared for in return. Everyone thinks I’ve got it out for Mr. Carson’s job, and I might, but I wouldn’t be opposed to settling down neither.”

     You lifted your head, staring up at Thomas. You couldn’t believe he’d just told you that. Seeing you lift your head, he began to stand up again. 

     “Now, that’s enough of that,” he offered you his hand and you stood up too, dusting yourself off and wiping tears from your face. “Now go down and have a rest while I handle this.”

     “I can’t let you do all of this yourself—” You protested.

      “I said let me deal with it, alright? You’re in no state to be handling china anyway,” he smiled at you and you found yourself smiling back as you headed towards the stairs.

      “Thomas?”

      He turned to you. 

      “Thank you,” you said, “for everything.”

      “Don’t mention it, (Y/n).”

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