#bbc ghosts fanfiction

[hillvalleywrites]

Title: May the Best Man Win

Relationship(s): The Captain/Thomas Thorne

Rating: M

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Rivals to Lovers; 2000s Rom-Com Vibes

Summary:  

Captain James Byron is a wedding planner who's given up on love for himself. He lives a quiet life and he’s happy that way. When Fanny Button asks him to plan a shotgun wedding for her nephew, he has no idea what he's gotten himself into.

Forced to be the best man for his ex’s wedding, Thomas Thorne has a plan to win Isabelle back at any cost. All he has to do is keep the pesky wedding planner out of the way. Except, strangely, Thomas quite likes having him around.

May the best man win. If they don't kill each other first.

So excited to finally start posting this! I've been working on it on and off since February and it really has my heart. Planning to post new chapters every Sunday!

[jamiewintons]

Last Resort (Thomas Thorne/F!Reader)

Summary: You and Thomas have been friends since you were very young, yet he never seems to notice how you feel about him. One day when you watch him attempt to woo an actually interested lady, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Alive!AU. Childhood Friends to Lovers. Idiots in Love. Jealous/Possessive!Reader. Regency Era. Premarital Sex Acts. Loss of Virginity (for both Thomas and reader). Oral Sex (F!Receiving). Unprotected Sex. Marriage Proposals.

A/N: Another fic for my request event! The prompts from @missielynne were “Thomas Thorne + Jealous/Possessive Sex + Secret Crush”. Once again I can’t actually stick to the prompts properly - things start out fueled by jealousy but they don’t stay that way, haha…

It’s been quite a while since I’ve written anything for Thomas, so I hope everyone enjoys this!

Word Count: 3311

Thomas Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @veeraine, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @iwillstealyourtoes-wattpad, @memelous-mrs-maisel, @agir1ukn0w, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @jamiewintonmybeloved, @alinearecta, @notwhateveriwasbefore, @multisexyhoez20, @clydethesnake

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Your family and the Thorne family had been close since before you were born, owing to the long friendship between your mother and Mrs. Thorne (née Button). You had been particularly close to Mrs. Thorne’s youngest child and only son, Thomas, since you were both children, and had stayed that way into young adulthood.

This close friendship was beginning to become a problem, however.

It must have been in your teenage years when you realised you had started to harbour romantic feelings for Thomas. Thomas, who fell head over heels for every beautiful woman that came his way, but never for you. Did he see you as like one of his sisters? Or perhaps, due to how long you’d known each other, he hardly even recognised you as a woman and simply as a friend? You desperately wished to tell him how you felt, but it was all so difficult. You didn’t wish to ruin the longest lasting friendship you’d had if Thomas didn’t feel anything for you.

But watching him fawn over other women hurt your heart. You’d lost count of how many times he’d confided in you about his deep, loving feelings for a woman who he’d spoken to once. How many times you’d had to listen to the poetry he had composed for them and give him your feedback on it, when all you wanted was for those words to be for you?

But still, you waited, watched, hoping that somehow Thomas would come to the sudden realisation that you love him, leading him to discover that he’d loved you in return all along without realising. Any of the suitable men that your father arranged for you to meet were of no interest to you, because all you could think about was the silly, romantic poet who had stolen your heart without even knowing it.

Your fortunes started to change when you were at a little get together being held by your parents at your family home. Thomas, of course, was also in attendance. You were sticking close to his side, trying not to look utterly bitter as he attempted to woo a young woman who was also attending the event. You couldn’t quite recall her name, but you were sure you’d seen her around before. She was certainly quite pretty; you could see why she had caught Thomas’ eye.

Everything was going normally, until you noticed something quite peculiar. Unlike every other woman you’d seen Thomas attempt to flirt with before, this lady was actually responding positively. She wasn’t trying to brush him off, she actually liked him.

You felt your heart wrench. She was interested in Thomas. Thomas was interested in her. If things went well between them, a proposal might be made. They would marry without you ever getting your chance to let Thomas know how much you adored him. It was a terrifying thing to imagine the only man you’d ever loved marrying another woman. You abhorred the very thought of it, and right away you knew you had to stop it.

When the woman excused herself for a minute, you saw your chance to strike. Grabbing Thomas by the wrist, you began to drag him out of the main room and into the hallway. Everyone had been so busy chatting amongst themselves that none of them noticed either of you leaving. All the way down the hall, Thomas was questioning you and your motives, his voice somewhat high pitched with shock and confusion.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Where are we going?” he asked you, but you didn’t answer him. Words were not enough, this could only be sorted out with actions. Once you reached your bedroom door, you opened it, pushing Thomas inside and then slipping in after him. You quickly locked it with the latch and then turned back to your utterly baffled friend.

Thomas had no time to question you any longer, because almost immediately after the door was locked your lips were on his. You tangled your fingers in his beautiful soft curls, which you had dreamed of touching ever since your teenage years. You kept kissing him for a few moments, until you realised that he wasn’t reciprocating, and your heart sank. Pulling away, you looked at Thomas, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open in bafflement.

This was it. You’d ruined everything. Thomas was just about to tell you that he saw you as a friend, a sister, that he couldn’t be kissing you like this. Or even worse, due to your little outburst, he might feel like the two of you could no longer be friends at all. Of course, the news would quickly spread to your parents when they realised that you and your former best friend were acting awkward around each other, and then—

To your complete and utter shock, Thomas cut off your thoughts by lunging forward, cupping your face in his hands and crashing his lips against yours.

Like Thomas had earlier, you found yourself unable to reciprocate, at least at first. Once you realised exactly what was happening, you were kissing Thomas back with more passion than you’d ever felt in your life. You’d never kissed anyone like this before, then again you’d never kissed anyone before period. As such it was quite clumsy, as Thomas’ tongue found entrance into your mouth, but still it was perfect. You wouldn’t have wanted this with any other man but him.

Your hands travelled down Thomas’ back as the kiss deepened even further, eventually settling on his backside and pushing him against you, feeling something hardening in his breeches even through the fabric of your clothing. You smiled into the kiss, though your knowledge of what went on between a man and a woman behind closed doors wasn’t very extensive, you certainly knew this was a good sign.

A rush of molten arousal flowed through your body at the feeling of Thomas’ erection pressed against you. Your arousal urged you to take things further, to sate your curiosity and the warm tingling in your lower stomach. You don’t feel entirely in control of your actions when one hand leaves Thomas’ backside in favour of slipping between your bodies, gently beginning to stroke his cock through the fabric.

Thomas lets out a shuddering moan at the feeling of you touching his clothed length. Involuntarily, his hips bucked into your hand, craving more of what you could give him. And you did your best to deliver, with gradually faster strokes that had Thomas burying his face into your neck to muffle the sinful moans that he couldn’t stop from slipping past his lips.

“Not yet,” Thomas said, strained, using all of his willpower to pull himself away from you. For a horrifying split second, you thought that Thomas would leave you here, so aroused and without any relief, but those fears were soon alleviated when he began to slowly move you towards your bed. He kissed your lips hungrily again and again, like he just couldn’t get enough of you. “Forgive me for being such a fool. I can’t believe I never realised how you felt about me. Or how I felt about you.”

“You mustn’t apologise, Thomas,” you said, as the two of you hastily began to unlace and remove each other's clothing. Getting Thomas naked was quite easy, compared to removing all of the many layers of your own garments. Both of your clothes are discarded carelessly in a crumpled heap on the floor. “We both know now, that’s all that matters.”

Once you’re bare, Thomas is completely unable to keep his eyes from roaming up and down your body appreciatively. He’d not seen a naked woman in person before - only in paintings and represented in sculpture - but you were far more beautiful to his eyes than any work of art that could be created. His already prominent erection twitched, as he found his mind overwhelmed with thoughts of what he wanted to do to you; to cover your body in kisses, to pleasure you until the only word you could remember was his name, to make love to you endlessly and bring you to the pinnacle of bliss.

Neither of you were quite sure about how or when you ended up on the bed, but it didn’t seem to matter once you were laying on your back against the pillows, gasping as Thomas’ lips and hands trailed down your body and left goosebumps in their wake. Curiously, he groped at your breasts, relishing in how soft they felt in his hands. Then, he decided to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking until it was hardened into a peak. He did the same to the other, making you whine, before he moved on.

Thomas’ kisses continued downwards until he found himself between your spread thighs, face to face with your glistening wetness. He felt an overwhelming urge to taste you on his tongue; though he had no experience with the act himself, Thomas had heard gossip of men driving women wild with arousal by using their tongues to pleasure them. He felt rather ashamed that he had occasionally touched himself to his recollections of those stories he had been told, to imagining a woman whining and writhing beneath him as he licked her sex until she was screaming. Thomas had ached to try it, so he wasn’t going to miss his chance.

Both of you moaned in unison when Thomas buried his face into your cunt, immediately delving his tongue inside of you to taste you from the source. His fingers dug into your thighs as he withdrew from your entrance and began to lick long stripes up the length of your pussy, noticing you seemed to react more when his tongue touched a little nub near the top.

As such, he began to focus all of his attention there. Thomas alternated between licking and sucking, simply following whatever seemed to make you cry out and tug at his hair the most, and he moaned when you did it, which also seemed to enhance your pleasure. You were babbling above him, and Thomas could feel you bucking your hips slightly in time with his ministrations.

“My God, Thomas, I…” You’d never felt like this in your life. You had touched yourself previously, hidden under your blankets in the dead of night, but it had never been like this. It had felt good, but right now you couldn’t even find the words to describe how you were feeling. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to spread your legs wider or clamp them around Thomas' head so his wonderful, glorious mouth would never stop pleasuring you. “Please don’t stop. Please. Thomas!”

And Thomas didn’t stop. He kept lapping at you until all of the tension in your lower stomach finally snapped, and the most incredible feeling of euphoria overtook your entire being. Thankfully you had the sense to take one of your pillows in your hands and press it over your face, to keep you from screaming so loud that everyone in the house heard you. You were practically sobbing, all thoughts gone from your mind other than those pertaining to Thomas and how he was making you feel. He continued until your body went limp, your legs falling down onto the bed in exhaustion.

You opened your eyes as Thomas rose up from between your legs, his lips and chin glistening with your wetness. You beckoned him up to you and as soon as he was within range, you kissed him fiercely, tasting yourself on him and moaning at the thought of the intimate act he’d just performed on you. Once you’d indulged yourself, you pulled back, staring deeply into Thomas’ eyes. “I want you to make love to me, Thomas.”

“W-we can’t, we’re not husband and wife,” Thomas protested, though he made no effort to move himself away from you, and you could feel his cock twitching against your leg at the thought of being inside of you. “It wouldn’t be right, think of your reputation…”

You lift a hand up to tenderly stroke your thumb against his cheekbone. “Thomas, I’ve loved you ever since I was a teenager. I want to marry you, and I think it’s only fair that since you’ve made such a mess of me, you should take responsibility and make me your wife.” You smiled, leaning up to gently peck him on the lips. 

“Oh, my dear. I’ve had these feelings for you deep inside me for so long, secret to everyone including myself until today. But now I know they have always been there. Of course I will marry you.” Thomas’ own hand came to stroke against your cheek, smiling and you with such adoration that you never could have hoped to see from him. That promise seemed to be the only convincing that Thomas needed, and after wrapping your legs around his waist, he slowly began to push his cock inside of you.

It was quite the stretch, you felt some stinging which led you to dig your fingernails into Thomas’ shoulder. He sheathed himself inside of you very steadily, both for your sake and his - you needed time to adjust, and he was sure he would meet his end too soon if he sped up even a bit. Once he was fully inside of you his face was pressed into your neck again as he whispered sweet praises against your skin.

“My darling, you feel heavenly,” he groaned breathlessly, kissing gently at your throat between each word. “I cannot wait until we’re married, and I can make love to you every morning and night. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied, feeling Thomas’ breath hitch at your words. You tightened your legs around him, hoping to give him a signal that you were ready. “Please move, I can’t take it anymore.”

Thomas gave a short nod, and then did as you bid him, starting to rock his hips against yours, making you shudder. It felt so incredible to have him inside of you, to have his body pressed completely against yours. To know that he was yours, and you were his.

Your mouths connected again and you explored each other’s mouths lazily as Thomas gently took you, your hands grabbing at his shoulders. The moans you let out were muffled by his mouth, and you did the same for him. Thomas’ hand stroked up one of your thighs, hitching it up higher on his hip which allowed him to reach deeper inside of you.

“I need to go faster, dear, may I?” Thomas asked, remarkably politely for someone in his current situation. You nodded vigorously, looking into his eyes almost as if you were begging him to do so. With your approval, he began thrusting into you more rapidly, making both of your moans come out louder. Even in your compromised state you knew that wasn’t acceptable - you needed to be quiet, regardless of how good you felt- and grabbed Thomas’ cheeks to pull him down into a passionate kiss, allowing you both to swallow the other’s moans.

Thomas’ hands were gripping your hips, squeezing them like he’d die if he stopped. Though he was attempting to keep up with your kisses, his repeated whispers of your name and “oh God” were making his task difficult. You didn’t know that much about your current activities, but judging by how Thomas’ rhythm was faltering and the way his cock was twitching inside of you, you were sure something was about to happen.

“M-my darling, I’m sorry… i-it’s too much…” Thomas stammered, before hastily pulling out of you. You didn’t even have time to question his actions before you felt him spill onto your stomach, panting and struggling to keep himself upright. But he was determined, and unwilling to leave you without a second high. His hand once again moved between your legs, his thumb rubbing against that place which had brought you so much pleasure before. With how sensitive you were, it took you all of a few moments to climax again, shuddering and gasping until you were completely spent.

Thomas collapsed onto the bed beside you, utterly exhausted. After taking a few moments to catch your breath, your eyes fell to your stomach, where he had spilt himself on you. Looking over to Thomas, you then swept one finger through it, before bringing it to your mouth and slowly sucking it off. You heard him take a sharp inhale at this action, his cheeks flushing an even brighter shade of red.

“Dear, you can’t do things like that. I cannot take it, I won’t be able to keep myself from wanting to take you again.” Thomas’ voice was deeper than usual, and you found you really enjoyed the way it sounded. 

“Would that be so bad?” you asked him, smiling devilishly, and he leaned over to press a chaste kiss against your cheek. When he pulled away, you could see the barely contained lust still in his eyes, and it made another wave of heat flow through you.

“We shouldn’t, my love. At least not until we’re man and wife.” As much as it pained you to wait so long to have him again, Thomas was completely correct. If you happened to get caught in the throes of passion, or God forbid, you ended up pregnant out of wedlock, it would probably ruin your life. So you would have to wait, but it would be so wonderful once you could be together again.

“So you really do want to marry me, then? You weren’t just saying that to get me into bed?”

“Of course not, what do you take me for?” Thomas gasped, absolutely scandalised, and you could hardly keep yourself from laughing at the expression on his face. “I meant what I said when I—”

“Only playing, Thomas,” you soothed, stopping another famous Thomas Thorne rant in its tracks. You moved over a little closer to him so you were able to rest against his shoulder, smiling yet again when he turned his head to pepper more kisses on your face.

You stayed like this for a while, almost having forgotten about everything outside of the room, including the get together that was currently happening just down the hall. As such, it was quite the shock when you heard a voice calling your name outside of your bedroom door, and you sat up abruptly, your heart nearly stopping. After the initial surprise, you recognised it as the voice of your father. He attempted to open the door, but finding it locked, he ceased trying after a few moments. “Y/N, are you in there?” he asked, and though you knew he couldn’t see you, you felt the need to cover yourself up.

“Yes, Father!” you responded obediently. “I’m sorry I rushed away… I was starting to feel a little bit lightheaded, so I decided to take a short lie down.”

“Do you need for me to call the doctor?” You could hear a tone of concern in his voice, and it made you smile.

“No, please don’t worry! I’m feeling much better now. Please give me a few moments, and I will be right back.” You stood up as quietly as you could, and began to pick up your clothing, wanting to get a head start on redressing.

“Of course.” You could hear his footsteps going back down the hallway, but he quickly returned a few moments later. “Now that I think of it, have you seen Thomas anywhere? He seemed to disappear around the same time that you did.”

You paused in your redressing to turn to Thomas, who had started to get dressed himself, having to stifle a quiet giggle. “No, I have absolutely no idea as to where he might be.”

[bunny-banana]

extremely embarassing of me to be promoting my f*nf*c on here but if anyone still remembers and cares a lil about this piece....heres an update mwah

[ineffably-homosexual]

Relationships: The Captain/Lieutenant Havers (Ghosts TV 2019)

"Before he could talk himself out of it - he’d come all this way, after all - he stepped forward and into the room. Dozens of men in uniform stood around in groups, chatting contentedly about the Allies’ victory. He forced himself forward, never feeling more out of place, straightening his tie absentmindedly. His eyes scanned the room rapidly, searching for the face he’d missed ever since his Lieutenant had left him, more determined than he had ever been before.

And then… there he was."

The Captain returns to Button House, and after some resourceful fraud, finally sets eyes on the man who had refused to leave his mind since he'd left for North Africa years before.

Hello, people in my phone!

I’m back with another horribly autism-infused work - this one’s BBC Ghosts! It is, admittedly, angst with a bittersweet ending, as well as my first time writing proper angst, so I hope you check it out and enjoy! <3

[leftabit-leftabit]

Not me naming my first BBC Ghosts Oc “Casper” Just so Mike can ask; “Is he a friendly ghost?”

👻 if you know, you know. 

[be-gay-write-crime]

Chapters: 3/8 Fandom: Ghosts (TV 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: The Captain/Lieutenant Havers (Ghosts TV 2019), The Captain (Ghosts TV 2019) & Everyone Characters: The Captain (Ghosts TV 2019), Lieutenant Havers (Ghosts TV 2019), Alison (Ghosts TV 2019), Pat Butcher (Ghosts TV 2019), Humphrey Bone's Head, All the other ghosts - Character Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Reunions, Internalized Homophobia, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, The Captain Needs a Hug (Ghosts TV 2019), Slow Burn, Anxiety, The Captain's Name Is Theodore (Ghosts TV 2019), Lieutenant Havers's Name is William (Ghosts TV 2019) Summary:

When Mike and Alison clear the attic, they find a lot of interesting stuff: old Christmas decorations, school books from the early 1900’s, and boxes labelled 3 July 1945. Opening those boxes brings back the ghost of a certain Lieutenant. A Lieutenant who had left Button House 83 years prior without any hope of ever coming back.

OR

Havers comes back to Button House as a ghost and chaos ensues in Captain's head.

[nicks-disks]

Strange Way of Life

Summery ★ The Captain is a Sheriff of Button Town, a small old place on the edge of the old West frontier, a town on the brink of ghosting. However, bandits and thieves frequent the settlement to raid the few citizens that reside there, and until another enforcer of the law is able to take his place the Captain vowed to remain stationed. His prayers of replacement get answered once a Deputy finds himself present in Button Town, but when the Captain realises he is an ex-Lieutenant from the Civil War ─ and additionally a soldier who had served under him ─ his previous urgency for departure is abruptly forgotten. Word Count ★ 1,629 Status ★ Un-betaed Contents ★ The Captain / Lieutenant Havers in a very slow, romantic Spaghetti Western that's set in America. Fluffy, short and sweet with probably incorrect historical references. This fic is slightly inspired by the upcoming film Strange Way of Life Warnings ★ There are none, however there is a bit of angst but you can't write these two without a sprinkle of "oh no"

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Those with the whole nine yards scribe laws for those that possess nothing but ones self. The result of that are decrees that are about as helpful as a wheat seed in drought, for under the vast expanse of the Western sky, simple statements that stain those such documents meant jack all. While the papers were neatly filed away and preserved and the ones who wrote them were living exuberantly, many common-folk were unacquainted and unprotected by the legislations, chiefly those facing the newly formed frontiers. 

As the sun of the day began set itself below the rippling horizon, parching golden hues were cast over the landscape, ever unforgiving in its heat and heading a heavy warning. A dire chill would soon follow, the Captain gathered as he eyed the skyline. When the glaring light plummeted, so too would the temperature, he had been serving this Old West long enough to deduce its merciful  yet subtle exhortations. To head into the heart of the town, he decided, was the wisest corse of action, so he tightly gripped the reins of Barry and gave his steed a gentle graze with the heel of his boot. The horse swimmingly obliged to the command, falling into a gentle trot in the direction of the Sheriff's Office.

Button Town was no glamorous establishment, no, it wasn't established at all. Residents had been steadily vacating to encounter work or wealth elsewhere, and the few that remained were those who had naïvely invested in land or a dwelling. The Captain was one of the sparse few that remained due to his own volition, though no doubt it was still begrudgingly. Work was a point of honour for him, and the Captain found it rather fulfilling. While he would much rather like to prove his worth in more crucial areas of the frontier, he couldn’t leave the citizens of Button Town unattended by the law, not when crime from outsiders was so rampant. His badge proudly flashed and reflected the warm hues of the dying sky right back, imitating the sun in its importance, excellence and grandeur. The Captain polished it every night. The dusty roads ground against horseshoes, while the parts that had been swept up in the breeze attacked the airways and eyes. Getting nearer to the saloon he was able to hear life, cheering from a distance echoed through the hollow streets of the town. He had only visited on the occasion of a complaint, but he knew the owners were kind enough. Two men - Mr Robin and Mr Fawcett - owned the place, they were close friends with the Mayor and her husband too. Admittedly, it was difficult to find someone who wasn’t well acquainted with Mayor Cooper in this locale, but the Captain found it strangely sweet none the less. Fanny Button, the woman residing in the property neighbouring his office, was also friendly with the Mrs Cooper. Mrs Button owned the most well kept building in the nearest hundred miles, which slightly annoyed the Captain as he would’ve liked the title, but he found Fanny to be a good woman and a close friend. Aside from the numerous complains about the town she would file through the Captain, they got along swell.

Passing her establishment, he twisted his hands in the direction of the stable beside his office, intent on allowing Barry a good nights rest with many blankets and a full dinner. He was rather looking forward to his own evening unfolding quite similarly. Carefully swinging his legs to one side, he slid off the saddle and walked with the reins still in his hands, soothing Barry gently while flicking another gaze at the setting sun. It was about six, he noted, it’ll be dark in less than half an hour. Removing the rein carefully from his horses mouth, he led him to the feeding troughs while whistling a simple tune. After he settled him down, he’d be able to retreat to his quarters with a steaming earl grey, his worn copy of A Study in Scarlett basked in a dim and flickering candlelight, and a blanket twice his weight. It was his average evening, but he could never find himself growing tired of such a routine. Monotonous, perhaps, but comfortable, certainly. Excited for his restful night, he looked towards his Sheriff Station, his own personal quarters being a room within the building after all. However, after a brisk glance he had to double take. 

His stomach dropped as dread began to pool, the feeling so visceral he had to move a hand on top of his twisting insides. 

A window from the office was sharply lit with a searing orange hue, one much like the ones the sun had been vaunting. A silhouette of a figure could be seen slowly traversing the room, seemingly unsure of his direction, or possibly uncertain if anyone was present within the building. The Captain hushed Barry quickly and urged the horse to lay, crouching down while his hand brushing up against his Colt Navy Revolver. A bandit, he thought, one cowardly enough to try and shoot the Sheriff while he was stationed in his office and gearing down for the night. Honest scum these men were, honestly dishonourable. Giving Barry a final pet, he hesitantly rose to his feet to look into the window once more. The silhouette had vanished. His breath hitched itself in the back of his throat. 

Creeping outside of the stable, he cautiously scurried towards the entrance door, hand now wholly gripped around the handle of his revolver. His heels deeply imprinted the red sand, though he moved void of sound and full of poise. Carefully moving up to the keyhole, he peered through. The man had seemingly sat himself down atop the Sheriff’s desk, or perhaps he was leaning back against the edge of it. Only his torso and upper legs were visible to the Captain, which was rather inconvenient. They should consider making peepholes higher up on the door. Focusing back in on the intruder, it was made apparent that he didn’t seem to have any intention of theft, or maybe any wrongdoings at all, considering he was unusually still and calm. Really, he seemed to be anticipating something, or someone, waiting patiently and quietly for them to arrive. The Captain caught a glimpse of the gun the intruder brandished, he too owned a Colt Navy. A strange choice for a delinquent if he were to be one, The Captain had only known the firearm to be wielded by agents of the law. 

The odd specifics of this intruder had perplexed the Captain, who was now undecided on how to handle the situation. Vigilance would still be necessary, but he was no longer sold on the idea of busting down the wall and firing haphazardly. Gently turning the handle, he carefully pushed the door open and the other man’s head raised in response. Good lord.  A moment of shock filled the unmoving air around them, the atmosphere seemingly growing thicker yet lighter simultaneously. “Good evening Sir,” the man stepped forward and held his hand out with a warm smile. “My word Havers,” the Captain blurted, “It’s been far too long,” he hastily took his hand into his own firmly, a welcoming gesture. Havers seemed to agree with the Captain, as his eyes glistened faintly at the admission and his head bowed ever so slightly. They exchanged equally broad grins and genuine shock of the others presence. “I’ve been assigned to this town by the associates in West Horsley,” he explained while the two men swiftly forgot about their intertwined hands, unaware they were still linked, “Though I may just be a Deputy, I’m willing to assume your role here if you so wish to return to the head office.” Haver’s disarming smile made it incredibly difficult for the Captain to disguise his conflicting values, the other man had noticed the flash of contorting expressions. He had rather often considered leaving, of course the Captain did, but now he felt as though he couldn’t. This was an avenue to something, a friend, a close one. They had already known each other, they had known each other so well during their serving. Not to mention if he did depart, he’d lose the friends he might have already made, those citizens he protected with his life and had begun to grow fond of. Leaving would mean giving up the routine that had become his unbroken existence. Truthfully, he had become accustomed to it, maybe more than so, as he couldn’t find it in himself to give up such a way of life. “…Perhaps I’ll stay. I’m fond of this town, and it would make it easier on you if you had a superior to file all such paperwork,” he quipped, unsure where it came from but delighted when it got a chuckle out of Havers. “Sounds brilliant, Sir, however you may have to teach me the formalities of such a job,” he confessed, slightly abashed, “I’m only familiarised with the work we completed together during the war,” A familiar warmth seeped into his bones as a gave a soft smile, Havers not hesitating to mirror it with his own. 

”Of course,” The Captain said sweetly, as their hands finally and absentmindedly unlaced and withdrew from one other. He finally looked Havers up and down, having not seen him for so long let him almost forget the small peculiarities he had once dote upon for many hours. Oh, how delighted he was to start working with someone, oh how thrilled he was to see Havers, and how enlivened he was to express his adoration. What he had no comprehension of, was that the other man was thinking precisely that.  

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[lesliesknopes]

Her happy smile

alison cooper & mia cooper | gen | 1K (complete)

It was only when she came across a picture of her parents, lying pressed between two pages of an old interior decorator brochure, did her young mind begin to put the pieces together. In the photo, her mother and father were standing side by side in front of Button House Hotel, with her father’s arm wrapped around her shoulder and pulling her close. They looked happy and when Mia held the picture up to her face to examine it even closer she wondered if she had ever seen happiness like that on her mother. She was happy when Mia painted her a picture with her name signed in the corner. She was happy when Mia won the hundred-metre sprint and got a plastic medal with a sticker to prove it. She was happy when Mia announced she got the part of Mary in her nativity play. But this was a different type of happiness. Not more or less than these instances, but different. OR eight year old Mia discovers a photo of her mother and she wants to bring that smile back on her face.

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[huxs-waifu]

as bbc ghosts has started again please check out my humpfrey x ofc fanfiction!

BBC Ghosts- Humphrey x OFC  - A Real Stand Up Guy

Plot Summery : 

**** written and posted pre series 3***

The witch with the hammer returns and the ghosts try to recover both halves of Humphreys body. There be some Shakespeare inspired shenanigans going on. library secrets and Julian causes some mischief. Aka Humphrey has a full on  crush.

i had such a great response I started writing a sequel ! all the love for Humphrey,  you can always read read saint-like before this as gives a bit more context!

A03 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/27400879/chapters/66969139

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[justaz]

a spell is cast on camelot that thins the veil enough for ghosts to appear. the catch? the ghosts that appear are spirits of people that were killed by the person they’re haunting. the knights have a good amount of bandits/raiders/whatever that they took down in battle, maybe a few shady knights have genuinely innocent people that they murdered and got away with. the executioner’s killings are transferred to the king since he was simply acting out the king’s commands. arthur has quite a few. uther has hundreds of sorcerers in various states of gore and horror. those who were hanged have perpetually bent necks, those who were beheaded have either no head or just a head floating a bit above their body, and those who were burnt are more charred remains (the most grisly of them all). merlin has more than anyone expected (which was zero) and all of them keep calling out for arthur/uther’s death and camelot’s downfall while also turning to merlin and calling him a traitor.

[hansdoespython]

that cricket report from the Ghosts: The Button House Archives book and audiobook.

[the-gayest-fungus]

some ghosts headcanons after the hotel/golf course is built:

Cap gets a crush on any vaguely put-together man with a decent golf swing.

Julian likes to make "swinging" jokes that go over the Captain's head.

Robin likes to chase and find stray golf balls that get lost. He and Julian update Alison on the number of golf balls in the lake every time she visits.

Robin also knows all the strategies for golf, having hyperfixated on it since the golfing company started working on the land.

Thomas gave up on paying attention to golf after finding out the aim is to get the least points.

There is a historic tour around the hotel and grounds, which gets a lots of facts slightly wrong. The first few times, the ghosts went on the tour and corrected everything. Since Alison couldn't prove most of their accounts to the tour guides, not much could be changed. The ghosts still insist the tour is bogus.

Fanny and Humphrey's portraits get professionally restored.

The hotel also hosts some art and sports groups. Robin was very excited when they started doing zumba regularly. Pat and the Captain like to watch cricket games in the summer. One time they tried to join in, but stopped as soon as one of them got stepped through.

Thomas and Kitty both like to watch cute couples who stay in the hotel, especially at dinner. One time they both end up watching the same couple for the evening. Thomas tried very hard to stop Kitty following them to their bedroom, but ended up joining her in spying on them. They don't talk about it.

Pat and the Captain go on a "double date" where they follow a pair of golfers on their anniversary. Pat starts by telling the Captain about the tactics being used (club type, angle, etc) but gets outshined by one of the golfers who clearly knows more.

[coefficiente]

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[leftabit-leftabit]

this is rather random but did any of your caphrey au’s come to be? especially the ww2 one with those humphrey edits?

Hi, Anon! It’s not random at all 😊 (Also, so sorry for the late reply) 

I have a million different au ideas floating around everywhere, and because I have the attention span of a fruit fly, they’re all in various different stages of completion. Also, procrastination is a b!tch. I wish I was one of those amazing writers on here who can spit out a fic in five minutes, but sadly I’m not. 😕

I know I said I’d like to post some of my fics last year, which didn’t happen because shiny new ideas and hobbies kept swaying my attention. But this year! This year I hope to at least post one of my fics. I plan on coming up with a new writing schedule to help with all of that. Wish me luck. 

The WW2 au is still in the outlining/research stage. (The plot keeps changing like the freaking weather!) And I want this fic to be as true and historically ‘Accu-Rat’ as possible. Plus, I still need to figure out why the hell the Captain was stationed at Button house for in the first place. I have some ideas, though none fully formed just yet. 

Sorry if this answer has filled you with a bit of disappointment, so I hope you and others enjoy these newer WW2 Caphrey au edits as compensation - 

[aimmyarrowshigh]

MLMay 2024: 100 Slash (Double) Drabbles

035. Layer - The Captain/Pat Butcher (BBC Ghosts)

[noforkingclue]

I'm not sure if you still wrote for Thomas Thorne but if you do would you write a fic with him and prompt 8 from the in bed together prompts please?

Note: requests are currently closed

Of course I still write for him! I love Ghosts (the BBC version) and love writing for it :)

Hope you like the fic!

Prompt list: list

Title: Night Time Talks

Ghosts tag list: @violetlucreziastuff, @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

You let out a sigh of relief as you lay down on your bed. Who knew that being dead was so exhausting. Today just seemed to be one drama after another and not even Alison could seem to be able to sort it out. Oh well, hopefully things will be better in the morning.

“My dear, are you asleep?”

You opened one eye and looked up at Thomas. A guilty look crossed his face and he sat down on the bed.

“Sorry,” he said, “did I wake you?”

“No,” you sat up and rested against the headboard, “can’t seem to get off to sleep. Maybe it’s because you’re not here.”

Thomas gave you a bright smile and jumped on the bed. He rested his head against your chest and looked up at you. You smiled down at him and started stroking his hair. Thomas closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh.

“How was your day, my love?” you asked him

“Oh wonderful! I managed to get up early to see the sunrise.”

“Yes, I was wondering where you were when I woke up this morning.”

“I wanted to wake up earlier to capture the moment. To try and immortalise the beauty of nature for everyone to see.”

Thomas sighed and snuggled closer to you. You wrapped your other arm around him and pressed a kiss against his forehead. Thomas leant into your touch and smiled softly.

“So, why the sudden urge to write poetry in the early morning?” you asked

“Does one need a reason to create art?”

“I guess not.”

“The truth is,” Thomas rolled onto his back and smiled up at you, “I wanted to give you a present. Alas, it is a shame that I cannot hold a pen anymore.”

His hand rose to his chest where you knew that damned letter was. His expression fell a little bit but he quickly brightened it again.

“I wished we had met while we were both still alive,” he said, “and for me to have given it to you. I always found it romantic to give the one you love the most penned in your own hand.”

You sighed and briefly tangled your fingers in Thomas’s hair. He let out a soft hiss and you quickly loosen your grip.

“Sorry,” you said, “reflex.”

“I know.”

“Why don’t you tell me the poem.” you said

“But what if you forget it later.”

“Then you’ll just have to repeat it to me.”

You closed your eyes as Thomas launched into his poem. You gently stroked his hair as the sound of his voice slowly lulled you into a peaceful sleep. You were vaguely aware of Thomas’s voice slowing down, confident words turning in sleepy murmurs as your actions helped relax him. The two of you slowly fell asleep curled up in each other’s arms.