#matthew crawley fluff

[tangerinesgirl]

Kinktober 2024 - October 15th

Hair Pulling // Glory Hole // Teasing

Matthew Crawley x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, mature

Word count: 600>

Warnings: fluff (am I feeling okay)

Notes: short but sweet one today! No sex in this one but I've rated it 18+ anyways as 1) no minors should interact with my blog or kinktober, and 2) there are some mature themes still as reader seduces Matthew.

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Entering the library, you're greeted to Matthew nose deep in a law book, looking very comfortable in an armchair next to the warm, crackling fire. Swinging your arms around, you huff and puff out of boredom.

"Y/N, can you please stop."

"But I'm boreddd."

Matthew rolls his eyes, "Then grab a book or something."

All he ever does lately is read up on his law books. You think he deserves a break... you both deserve a break. The house was skeleton crew today, since everyone was at the manor house up in Scotland. Matthew decided to stay here as he had a few upcoming meetings. So naturally, you decided to stay with him.

You've already read most the books here, but you decide to join him and pick up a book regardless, just grateful for the company.

You start reading the spines when one catches your eye; The Complete Works of E.E. Cummings. An idea springs into your mind as you decide to have a bit of fun with Matthew.

You plonk yourself down into an armchair across the room and flick to one of your favourite poems in the leatherbound book. The smell of old paper wafting from the pages. You loved it in here, Matthew clearly does too, spending many days and nights in this room.

Your mind snaps back to reality, remembering the plan to relieve Matthew from his law abiding duties. Clearing your throat, you start to read the poem out loud.

"May I feel, said he", you enunciate each word, they roll off your tongue like liquid velvet.

"Y/N, please."

"I'll squeal, said she."

"I'm trying to wor-"

"Just once, said he. It's fun, said she."

You pause a while, waiting for Matthew to settle back down. Then, you get up out of the chair and walk over towards Matthew, heels clattering on the wooden floor. Your fingers trail down his arm.

"May I touch, said he."

You grab his book out of his hand and close it. He attempts to speak but you close them with your index finger in a "shh" motion on his lips. The book clatters to the floor as you throw it out of the way. You lean into his left hand side, lips ghosting around his ear.

"How much, said she."

The hair on his arms start to stand up on end before you start to straddle Matthew's lap. He looks at you longingly as his hands wander around your hips, cementing you in place.

"A lot, said he."

Matthew starts to move his head towards you, going in for a kiss. You move your head slightly towards him, when you change your mind at the last second and move backwards away from the kiss.

Matthew glares at you, raising an eyebrow. You smile at his reaction, seeing how quickly he melts for you. The man is besotted. He meets your gaze, when he snatches the book out of your hand in return, also throwing it to the floor.

He gets up out of his chair, holding you tightly to his chest. You can hear the sound of your dress ruffling as Matthew grips hold of your lower back, the underskirt tangling up in his fingers. Your legs wrap around his waist giving him a helping hand.

Matthew effortlessly carries your weight out of the library. Closing the door with his foot, he starts walking up the stairs towards the bedroom. Your head resting on his shoulders, grabbing his back for stability. Matthew spins you around when you reach the door, you giggle as he does so catching you off guard. He manages to open it with one hand.

"Why not, said she", Matthew finishes the poem verse. His voice deep and full of lust, as the two of you finally kiss.

[thegigilwriter]

9.5 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary: 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

Masterlist

Keywords/Warnings: Romance, Fluff

9.5 | Home 🌻

August 6, 2023

“Hmmm, Bradley that tickles!ˮ Lucy laughed as her boyfriendʼs mustache brushed lightly against neck while he bent down to embrace her from behind. Lucyʼs fingers were occupied, stuffing the dumpling wrappers with filling and rolling them expertly into logs. They were together in her apartment. Lucy clad in some old denim shorts, an UMI shirt, and her fluffy slippers; and Bradley in his gray sweatpants and Navy top. Shards of afternoon light streamed in from her windows and Sun-catchers, bringing a hazy, lazy atmosphere into the space.

“Why does he look so angry?ˮ Bradley asked her, his eyes caught in the commotion of the show on Lucyʼs MacBook.

“Oh thatʼs Bates heʼs a valet,ˮ Lucy replied. “Heʼs mad because Mrs. Hughes, the head maid, wonʼt tell him that his wife, Anna, had been raped by another valet belonging to another house.ˮ

“Why wonʼt she tell him?ˮ

“Because heʼll kill the valet, and Anna doesnʼt want her husband back in jail.ˮ Lucy replied nonchalantly.

“Thatʼs understandable,ˮ Bradley hummed. “Iʼd probably kill the son-of-a-bitch too.ˮ

“You wouldnʼt,ˮ she breathed facing him. “Because you would leave her all alone.ˮ

“Angel,ˮ he whispered. “If anyone did something that unforgivable to you, I would hunt them to down to the ends of the earth, push him off of it, and nobody would know.ˮ

“Youʼre just saying that because youʼre so glad to be home,ˮ Lucy giggled, reaching up to kiss his scarred cheek.

“Maybe,ˮ Bradley grinned with a dark glint in his eyes. “But Iʼm also deadly serious.ˮ

“Bradley, I would much rather have you over my justice.ˮ “And over your peace?ˮ

“You are my peace,ˮ Lucy said to him softly.

They stayed there for a while, in their own little pocket of quiet and domesticity. When Lucy had wiped her oily fingers clean, Bradley turned her around and lifted her chin to meet his eyes. He stared into her sweet, caramel orbs for a considerable amount of time before leaning down to kiss her lips. He cupped her cheek lovingly.

“And you are mine,ˮ he whispered.

The moment Bradley had shown interest in Mr. Bates, Lucy commenced Downtown Abbey from season one. Which brings them to post-dinner cuddles on her couch, sharing a pint of napoleon ice cream, as well as hearty commentary.

“Is she always that smug?ˮ Bradley remarked observing Lady Mary as she briefly brushed shoulders with Matthew Crawley, passing by him with a subtle smirk.

“Sheʼs beautiful and she knows it,ˮ Lucy sighed. “A woman who knows that is one to be reckoned with.ˮ

“Oh I know,ˮ Bradley muttered. “They can go either way.ˮ

“What do you mean by that?ˮ Lucy asked him curiously, indulging herself to another spoon of ice cream.

“Angel,ˮ he breathed. “Iʼm going to say something that you might find a little discomforting and... Iʼd rather you to hear it from me than somebody else.ˮ

Lucy nodded, urging Bradleyʼs reply.

“‘My past relationships... werenʼt exactly serious,ˮ he sighed. “I hooked up with women in the service and I didnʼt really want to be tied down. I know that talking shit about exes can be a red flag... but thereʼs at least one of them you should know about.ˮ

“Why? What did she do?ˮ Lucy narrowed her eyes perplexedly.

“Sheʼd chew me out and take me back, it was really... a cycle of drama.” Bradley told her. “And as it turned out, I did not know this by the way, she was with a fellow pilot while she was also with me,ˮ he shook his head. “She said that she was about to break it off with him to be with me, when I ‘broke’ up with up her first. She nearly got me grounded for misconduct. And she was able to do that because she also had one of the higher-ups wrapped around her finger.ˮ

Lucy whistled.

“I know,ˮ Bradley chuckled, reaching for her small hand and holding it in his. “I kinda learned my lesson since then.ˮ

“Iʼm sure you have,ˮ she chuckled in return.

Bradley laughed.

“Are you in any way... upset?ˮ He squeezed her fingers lightly.

“That depends.ˮ

“On what?ˮ

“Are you... in a serious relationship, now?ˮ

Bradley reached for her hand and kissed them tenderly.

“Angel, Iʼm also telling you all this in case you run into her — and where weʼre going, if youʼll let me, there is a high chance of that.ˮ

Lucy cocked her head questioningly.

“I wanna take you to the Hard Deck,ˮ Bradley smiled. “I wanna show you off to my friends and people I consider family. I wanna let them know that Iʼm serious about you — and how lucky I am. Letʼs get official, baby.ˮ

“Letʼs,ˮ Lucy grinned, reaching to caress his scarred cheek and tasting the chocolate on his lips.

I hope you enjoy reading the next chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. A past, dramatic situationship? How will Jake and Lucy’s prior meeting play into her first Hard Deck visit? On to the next at 10 | The Hard Deck!

[legowolas]

December Drabbles – Day 1

Prompt: Starry night

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 200

Fandom: Downton Abbey

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Mary Crawley/Matthew Crawley

Characters: Mary Crawley, Matthew Crawley

Additional Tags: Stargazing, Honeymoon, Fluff, Double Drabble

Summary:

Mary had insisted that they should enjoy the Cannes climate whilst they could, and Matthew had no qualms about spending some time in the fresh air, so they’d fleeced the covers from their bed and built a sort of nest on the balcony.

[katherineholmes]

This chapter inspired me!

Story: The Heiress

I did it! Over 11k words of the honeymoon chapter for The Heiress! As I hinted, it is definitely not just fluff and romance - it's not a story which would realistically allow for that - but I hope you will enjoy it anyway.

[ao3feed-marymatthew]

The pain of being without him

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Oh13pvG

by bethyxox1998

After Sybbie loses her beloved papa in a tragic accident, can she ever be happy again?

Words: 3169, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Downton Abbey

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Characters: Mary Crawley, Matthew Crawley, Sybbie Branson, George Crawley

Relationships: Mary Crawley/Matthew Crawley

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Family Fluff, Grief/Mourning

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Oh13pvG

[imagine-that]

You Cannot Control Love

Warnings: none, it’s just super duper fluffy

Pairing: Matthew Crawley x female!reader

AN: oh my god it took FOREVER for me to do this request because I went through a very, VERY long period of Downton writers block. So so so SO sorry for the wait, hope you like it ❤️❤️ also I’d like to add this just so it’s clear, he DOES NOT cheat on Mary with you. He and Mary are never actually together in this, they’re just being pushed together. Thank you.

“Mary, must I come with you? I realize mama requested it but I don’t see why.” You groan as Anna pulls your hair back for you. She finishes and you thank her as she leaves the room.

“I have no idea why she requested it but she did so yes you must. Come along now.” Mary orders, and you trudge behind her glumly.

The both of you mount your horses, a servant in tow and the horses begin moving, quickly arriving at their destination.

As you dismount, you glance over at the Crawley house in worry. You’d never once met these people in your life. Though you met many people over the course of your life, that wasn’t to say you enjoyed it. Your family required it of you and so that is what you did. Still, you were feeling nervous.

As Molesley announces your arrival, you overhear some rather rude things being said, making you blush a deep red. As you bite your lip, a man who you can only presume to be the new heir of Downton makes eye contact with you, clearly surprised at your presence.

Mary, being Mary, is polite enough to pass proper etiquette but of course she makes a few small backhanded remarks before she walks out the door.

“I’m sorry about my sister.” You mumble as you walk away from Isobel, the man quickly following behind you to walk you out. “She can come off a bit rough sometimes.” You add quietly.

“It’s alright, I was in the wrong there. I do hope she knows it was only a joke though.” He responds worriedly.

You smile softly to yourself. “Knowing her she probably believes the whole thing is a joke anyway.” You say.

He smiles slightly, nodding a little.

“Well um... I suppose we’ll see you for dinner.” You say and he nods curtly, watching as you mount your horse.

“Yes, of course.” He agrees, stepping back. You wave kindly and tug on the reigns, guiding your horse after Mary’s and back towards Downtons grounds.

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“Lady y/n, it’s time for dinner.” Anna says as she peeks into your room to inform you.

You stand from your spot, turning towards her. “Right, of course. I’m terribly sorry.” You apologize, knowing that you should’ve gone down a few minutes ago.

She leaves the room and you quickly follow, parting ways as she heads back to the servants quarters and you head down towards the foyer to walk to the dining room.

“Oh!” You exclaim in surprise, finding the guests with their coats in the foyer and your father there to greet them. You were surprised they hadn’t already made their way to the dining room. Your eyes land on the man from earlier’s and it seems his own are already on you.

“Good evening lady y/n. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” Isobel says.

You smile over at her, your attention off of her son.

“Thank you, you as well Mrs Crawley.” You agree politely.

“Evening.” The man greets, his eyes darting busily around the room.

You excuse yourself, feeling more awkward than you’d like, and make your way into the grand hall, standing next to Sybil.

“They do seem nice, don’t they?” She says joyfully.

You nod, smiling weakly.

“What’s the matter y/n?” She asks knowingly.

“He seems rather... stubborn, does he not?” You ask in a whisper.

“Perhaps. I have yet to meet him really.” She responds with a small shrug.

After the full introduction, you all sit down to eat, quietly starting conversations. You focus more on your dinner than the company, not wanting to be a bother to anyone else in the room.

You overhear a conversation about the hospital, one about money and decided it was better to stay out of both.

As Thomas explains the way dinner works in the household quietly in his usual condescending manner, you resist the urge to roll your eyes. Though you often found Thomas amusing, you also found him quite rude at times.

“Yes, I know, thank you.” Matthew replies, clearly annoyed.

Mary simply smiles at him in an approving manner.

“You’ll soon get used to the way things are done around here.” Mary remarks.

You sigh, knowing she’s being rude.

“If you’re implying that I’m accustomed to a very different life from this, that would be true.” Matthew mutters back, clearly tired of the dinner already.

“We can’t all grow up in overly wealthy households Mary.” You mutter, hoping your parents and grandmother didn’t hear.

Mary looks at you in shock and Matthew does his best to suppress the first smile you’d seen on him since you’d met.

The conversation shifts back to work related things, boring you.

As dinner finishes off, you go with the ladies into the sitting room while the men walk off to your fathers study. Once you’re bored enough of the chit chat, you excuse yourself again, wandering off into the hall and down to your fathers study.

“Papa?” You say as you knock gently on the slightly open door.

“Yes y/n?” He asks, raising his eyebrows in question as you enter the room.

“I believe Carson was looking for you. I would’ve thought he’d know you were in here but he is a busy man indeed so.” You explain.

He stands, walking over to the door where you stand, quickly moving out of the way.

“Thank you for telling me y/n. I shouldn’t be more than a moment.” He says apologetically to Matthew. He walks it into the hall and you go to take a seat near Matthew.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back?” He asks, an eyebrow raised.

“The lady talk gets boring after a while. Besides, Carson wasn’t really looking for Papa. I just figured you might need saving from that conversation.” You explain with a mischievous grin.

He laughs a little, smiling over at you. “You were correct in that assumption, thank you.” He replies.

“Anytime. I’m sure it’s difficult to completely change your life like this.” You say with a sympathetic smile.

“A bit I suppose but it’s not all that bad if I’m being honest.” He admits with a shrug.

“Well, if you’d ever like to get away from it or not worry about it, come find me. I’ve gotten fairly good at it myself.” You offer with a smile.

“I do apologize for my behaviour when we arrived.” He apologizes suddenly. “It was never my intention to come off as rude. It’s just a lot to take in is all.” He adds.

You giggle a little. “No need to apologize. I’ve got thick skin cousin Matthew. I can handle my own.” You tell him with another playful smile.

“I don’t doubt that.” He tells you.

The two of you sit staring at each other for what feels like forever, stuck in the moment that was unfold right before your eyes.

“It seems Carson was never looking for me at all. Not sure who told y/n he was but anyway...” Your father says as he reenters the room, letting the door shut behind him.

“Oh, y/n, you’re still in here!” He says in surprise.

You stand quickly, brushing off your skirt awkwardly.

“Yes papa, I figured you may not want to leave cousin Matthew all alone like that.” You offer as an explanation, resisting your wide grin as you notice Matthew silently chuckling to himself.

“I’m off to bed. Goodnight Papa. Good to see you again cousin Matthew.” You say quickly before your father can say anything else, quickly slipping out the door as you notice the grin on Matthews face, one of your own settling on yours as you climb the stairs and walk to your room.

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Over the course of the next few months, you spent much time with Matthew. You knew your family was far too busy trying to marry Mary off to him to notice your absence. You rather enjoyed running around with him, spending so much time outdoors or in the library.

Before you knew it, you were feeling as though you’d fallen in love.

Still, your family was much too oblivious to notice. That became painfully clear to you one morning at breakfast.

“Y/n dear, how do you feel about the duke of Crowborough?” Your father asks as he flips through the paper.

“I felt he was rather boring and shallow. Why do you ask papa?” You respond and he gives you a look of disapproval at your wording.

“Y/n, we must marry you off someday. The duke of Crowborough was merely a suggestion but a fine one at that.” He lectures and you sigh, biting your tongue to keep from saying anything you may regret.

“Shouldn’t Mary be your main priority since she is the eldest?” You ask, trying to turn the topic away from yourself.

“We’re trying but Mary can be very stubborn, as you know. Perhaps by chance she and Matthew will grow closer soon.” He explains.

You nod a little, eating your breakfast without another word.

Once you’re finished you excuse yourself, making your way outside to the small bench by the large tree near the edge of the property.

“Good morning lady y/n.” Matthew greets kindly.

“Good morning Matthew. I trust you slept well?” You ask out of genuine concern.

He chuckles at your worry, taking a seat on the bench. “Yes it was fine.” He promises, gesturing for you to join him.

The wind blowing around gives a cool breeze as the two of you chat about anything and everything you can think of.

“Your parents seem very insistent on this marriage between Mary and me.” He says finally, bringing up the topic you’d been hoping to avoid.

“Yes well, they’d like for Mary to be able to keep her inheritance though it’s going into downton, not to you directly.” You explain. “It’s rather silly really, it’s quite obvious the two of you aren’t going to get along any time soon.” You add almost bitterly.

“Are you alright y/n? You seem... dare I say jealous?” He asks with a small smile.

You scoff at the mere suggestion, staring down at the green grass below your feet.

“Not at all. I just don’t think the two of you are suited for each other is all.” You argue, trying to keep him from seeing through your lie.

“Ah yes well, there is someone I’d probably be much more suited to be with.” He hums in agreement.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, not sure what he’s trying to say.

“Oh? And what do you mean by that?” You ask, nervously fiddling with the sleeves on your dress.

“I mean that I believe I’d have a much easier and more interesting time being married to someone else. Or at least seeing someone else.” He says sheepishly, his naturally pale face now a pale shade of pink.

“Ah. Well she is a very lucky lady.” You say sadly, frowning into your lap.

He chuckles a bit, gently pushing your chin up so you’re looking at him right in his icy blue eyes.

“That lady happens to be you y/n. And I believe I would be the lucky one there.” He assures you.

Without hesitation, you close the small distance between you, softly placing your lips on his.

And that is where you share your first kiss.

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Many months after your first kiss, Matthew and you continue sneaking off together for time together.

Finally, as the family puts more pressure on Mary and him, you can’t take it anymore.

When you’re alone together one day, you grab him by the shoulders, making sure he’s looking directly at you when you tell him what you have to say.

“Matthew, I can’t watch any longer as my family pushes you to marry my sister.” You admit with a sigh.

He nods, waiting patiently for you to continue.

You take a deep breath. “I believe we should tell them all. At dinner. Tonight.” You blurt nervously, wishing you would’ve told him earlier.

He looks at you with wide eyes, shocked by your choice considering it had been you who had decided to keep it from everyone else.

“Alright... if you’re sure you’re ready, so am I.” He promises, pressing a light kiss on your forehead. You rest your head against his chest, letting him hold you in his arms for a minute before pulling away.

“I’m going to go get ready, dinner is only about an hour or so away.” You tell him, kissing him quickly as you slip out of the room and back upstairs to your own.

Anna comes and helps you get dressed, quickly doing your hair in the process.

Once finished, you eagerly walk down the stairs, biting your lip out of nerves.

“Ah y/n good to see you dear.” The dowager greets with a warm smile, squeezing your hand as you pass by her.

“Good evening granny. You as well.” You say with a soft smile of your own, taking a seat next to Matthew as well as Sybil. Once everyone has sat at the table, you discreetly put your hand under the table, feeling around until you find Matthews, holding it tight with your own.

“It’ll be fine.” He says in a hushed tone, giving it a reassuring squeeze. You nod with a smile, wishing more than anything that you could just contently rest your head on his shoulder for comfort.

As the butlers make their way around the table, you glare at Thomas when he looks down at your conjoined hands with mischievously raised eyebrows directed at you. He quietly walks away with a smirk on his face.

You clear your throat, nervously standing up and looking around the table at your family as their gazes all slowly shift over to you.

“I actually have something to tell everyone.” You start. They raise their eyebrows and stare in curiosity.

You feel your face flush red, nerves taking over.

“Y/n dear are you alright? Have you taken ill?” Mary asks out of concern. Edith gives her a pointed look, knowing that isn’t what it is.

“No no. I’m- I’m alright.” You muster as Matthew squeezes you hand once again.

Taking a deep breath, you finally decide to just spit it out.

“I know you’d like to marry Mary off to Matthew so she can keep her part of the estate and help take after Downton...” You start shakily. “But I don’t think that would be in anyone’s best interest seeing as Matthew and I are in love.” You finally blurt.

“What? But you two have hardly spent even a moment together!” Your father cries, looking extremely puzzled.

“We started meeting together in secret after that night in your study. We felt it best to keep it hidden.” You explain with a weak apologetic smile.

“As long as that means I don’t have to marry him.” Mary says simply with a grin.

“Mary!” Your mother hisses, clearly angered by her lack of manners.

“What mama? If these two are in love I don’t see why it should be much of an issue. You wanted to marry y/n off at some point anyway.” Mary argues with a shrug.

“For once I agree with Mary. If they’re so taken with each other, let them be.” Edith adds.

“For heavens sake-.” Your father mutters.

“You cannot control love papa, no matter how much you’d like to.” Sybil says with a smile.

You look between all of your sisters, smiling gratefully at all three.

“At least now everyone knows.” Your grandmother cuts in, smiling amusedly over at you and Matthew.

Your mouth falls open in shock. “Do you mean to say that you knew granny?” You ask.

She laughs a bit at your surprise. “Of course I knew. You weren’t exactly subtle, walking around together on the grounds. I’ve only been waiting for you two to get up the courage to tell everyone else. Or at least for one of them to notice.” She responds.

Everyone looks to her, some in confusion and some in amusement. Even the servants, who you knew were listening not at all very discreetly, were surprised.

“Well if my son is happy, I see no reason for me not to be.” Isobel says, smiling kindly at you. You quickly return the gesture, turning your attention back to your parents.

“Papa, I’m sorry we went behind your back. We didn’t think you’d understand.” You sigh, looking to him desperately.

He remains with a hard look, no expression of joy or any such emotions on his face.

Your mother sighs, reaching over and patting her husbands arm. “Oh darling, let them be? You remember what it was like, being young and in love.” She coos, smiling at you and Matthew fondly.

You rest your head on Matthews shoulder, waiting patiently for your fathers response.

“I suppose y/n does need a husband... and it would still be one of our girls at Downton...” He mutters to himself thoughtfully.

“Oh Robert just say yes already.” Your grandmother sighs, tired of his dramatics.

You giggle to yourself at her remark, still watching for his reaction.

“Alright I suppose you have my blessing.” He caves, smiling over at you.

“Thank you Lord Grantham. I assure you, you will not regret it.” Matthew promises.

The topic changes over dinner but the entire time, you remain unable to suppress the ever growing grin on your face. Matthew continues to hold your hand through the entire meal though now it no longer remains hidden.

Once the meal is over you walk with him and Isobel back to the foyer to see them off.

“I’m very happy for the two of you, I hope you know that.” Isobel says as she reaches the door.

“Of course mother, and for that we are very grateful.” Matthew says, your hand still entertwined with his.

“Yes thank you for your support mrs Crawley.” You agree, still grinning from ear to ear.

She glances between the two of you and opens the door. “I’ll just leave you both to it then. I’ll be in the car Matthew.” She says with a smile of her own.

The door shuts and Matthew and you are left alone at last. You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning up and gently kissing his lips.

“We can do this all the time now.” You comment with a mischievous smile.

He chuckles a bit, resting his forehead against yours. “As if we didn’t already?” He asks teasingly.

“Well now we no longer have to hide it.” You point out.

He nods in agreement, pulling away and grabbing his coat and pulling it on.

“No we do not. I will see you tomorrow.” He says, coming back over and pecking you gently on the lips.

“See you then.” You say softly and he turns and walks out the door, leaving you in pure bliss, glad to no longer have to hide your love from anyone ever again.

[autumnrose11]

(Drabble prompt: Engagement fluff set between the S2CS and 3x01, requested by francuskiakcent)

Young springtime leaves crackled noisily beneath Matthew’s boots; pale green speckled with spots of brown, as he strode idly in the direction of Downton Abbey, the chill in the air fresh and sharp on his face. It was a Friday afternoon, he’d finished early at the law office … and, quite without his own volition, his feet had carried him to the Abbey rather than Crawley House, as they tended to do so very often these days …

A gentle smile lit his face as his thoughts wandered inevitably to her – but then again, when did they not? Scarcely an hour passed when she wasn’t at the forefront of his thoughts … while meeting with clients, sifting through stacks of case briefs and ledgers and thumbing enormous books that made him sneeze when he opened them … his darling Mary was there, always, somewhere at the back of his mind, wondering what she was doing at that very moment; grinning over a silly incident at the office, and imagining her reaction to it … his heart swelling with warm excitement at the thought of seeing her at dinner in only a few hours (however painfully, indeterminably long); resplendently attired in those fine new fashions that temptingly displayed her neck and shoulders at their most stunning …      

It so happened that at that very moment, he came upon the object of his imaginings; seated on that dear bench under the old Lebanon cedar that had witnessed so much of their past – engrossed in a novel, her hair a little windswept, becomingly blown across her forehead.

“My darling!”

“Matthew!” Her dark eyes sparkled in welcome, and she rose instantly to adorn his cheek with a fond kiss. “Darling, what are you doing here?” she asked, as he settled himself down beside her, their fingers linking together.

“I finished early back at the office, and – well, I had to see you,” he said shyly, with an endearingly soft smile, his heart fluttering in his chest at the faint blush that coloured her cheeks.

“I feel quite flattered,��� Mary twinkled. “Mama and Granny absolutely refuse to stop wittering on about writing the wedding invitations, you see, so I had to get out here by myself for a bit.”

“And are you glad of the change of company?” he asked, his thumb tenderly playing over the delicate diamond ring glittering on her slim finger, placed there only two blissful months ago …

“Hm – very much so …” Her voice dipped lower as she leaned nearer to him, his darling smile and blue eyes shimmering with adoration utterly impossible to resist – “In fact, darling, I’d like to demonstrate how very glad I am of it, if you would be so kind as to oblige me with …”  

She hadn’t quite finished her sentence – she didn’t need to – his hand was already lightly cupping her cheek, his thumb lovingly caressing its smooth expanse, before their lips met for that inevitable moment; softly slipping together, gently gliding … the fact that their location was hardly secluded, and the very high probability of someone walking past entirely wiped out of their minds, as they took deeper tastes, ever more eagerly, of what they had only dreamed of for so very, very long – the golden promise that this was now theirs to savour, for all time …

They parted reluctantly for want of breath, the last points of contact between skin still lingering as though unwillingly to be drawn apart, hearts surging with an anticipation that told all too truly that in little over a month, such pleasures – and much more of them – would be completely their own … after it had so nearly not been …

Mary rested her head against him, smiling into his shoulder as she felt several kisses crown the top of her head.

“This feels somewhat familiar, doesn’t it,” she mused softly, thinking back to another time long ago, seemingly in another lifetime entirely, when a much younger boy and girl had sat in a – rather less openly affectionate manner – an invitation to see more of each other¸ as darling Matthew had put it … a remembrance of their innocent, tentative flirtations that they’d been so excited by. Little did they know that … that was just the beginning.

How very far they’d both come since then.

“Moments like this … and yet, in some ways, it doesn’t.” “Hm – quite so, my love,” Matthew whispered into her hair, the stray, windblown chestnut strands tickling his face. “And I’m sure we’ll have many more moments like this to come – darling, you can’t imagine just how happy I am that we’re going to be married at last …” He tilted her face up with devoted affection, bestowing new kisses upon her forehead – gentle, promising, anticipating …    

But oh, she could imagine, and did, because of everything that might have torn them apart from the other half of themselves forever, from the one person they each loved and trusted more than anyone in all the world … because of the sweetness of their present that somehow buried everything that had ensued since that moment when they had parted here under this tree, near this little wooden bench … a chasm ripped between their broken hearts, now healed and whole because they were together. Wonderfully, delightfully together.

 The little bench was a quiet well of memory that had silently seen moments of both despair and delight – and many, many more of them to come.

Moments like this.

[magravenwrites]

Requests are CLOSED!

Rules:

Please send in your request as an ask!

If you don't specify a pronoun, I will write fem!reader.

I will write character pairings as well as 'x reader'. Just let me know which pairing you want written/made.

Prompts can include song prompts, or be general prompts, but I ask for you to be as specific as you can, so I can try and write something you will like!

I will write for platonic relationships as well as love interests!

I will be accepting requests for moodboards, imagines and fics/oneshots.

I will write pretty much anything - fluff, angst, au's, crossovers and smut... 😉

I will also write for potentially triggering topics, relevant warnings will be included. I don't aim to romanticise these topics in any way, they are serious topics and will be treated as such.

You can find a list of fandoms and characters I write for below the cut.

If you would like to request something for another fandom or character that isn't listed, just send me an ask and I will do my best to complete it for you!

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Daphne Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Penelope Featherington

Marina Thompson

Downton Abbey:

Matthew Crawley

Tom Branson

William Mason

Bertie Pelham

Henry Talbot

Thomas Barrow

John Bates

Atticus Aldridge

Mary Crawley

Edith Crawley

Sybil Crawley

Rose MacClare

Anna Bates

Lucy Smith

Grishaverse:

(I have not read the books yet, so works will be mainly based off the show)

Kaz Brekker

Jesper Fahey

The Darkling/General Aleksander Kirigan

Matthias Helvar

Malyen 'Mal' Oretsev

Inej Ghaffa

Alina Starkov

Nina Zenik

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Percy Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Oliver Wood

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Young Sirius Black

Young Remus Lupin

Young James Potter

Young Lily Evans/Potter

Young Tom Riddle

The Hunger Games:

Peeta Mellark

Gale Hawthorne

Finnick Odair

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Annie Cresta

Marvel:

(I am not up-to-date on all Marvel films/series, so please bare with me)

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Sam Wilson/Falcon

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker/Spider-man

Bruce Banner/Hulk

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

T'Challa/Black Panther

Scott Lang/Ant-man

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Drax

Dr Stephen Strange

Vision

Nick Fury

MJ

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Gamora

Maze Runner:

Thomas

Newt

Alby

Minho

Gally

Chuck

Frypan

Winston

Teresa

Narnia:

Peter Pevensie

Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian X

Mr Tumnus

Susan Pevensie

Lucy Pevensie

Poison Study/Glass series:

Valek

Ari

Janco

Leif

Yelena

Opal

Iris

Pride and Prejudice:

Mr Darcy

Mr Bingley

Elizabeth Bennet

Jane Bennet

Sense and Sensibility:

Colonel Brandon

Edward Ferrars

Elinor Dashwood

Marianne Dashwood

The Last Kingdom:

Uhtred

Finan

Sihrtic

Osferth

Aethelstan

Alfred

Aldhelm

Gisela

Stiorra

Thyra

Eadith

Aethelflead

Ealhswith

Throne of Glass:

(I have not read the last book yet so please bare with me)

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Rowan

Lorcan

Celaena Sardothien-

-Aelin Galathynius

Manon Blackbeak

Asteria Blackbeak

Elide Lochan

Lord of the Rings:

Aragorn

Legolas

Gimli

Frodo

Sam

Merry

Pippin

Boromir

Éomer

Elrond

Arwen

Galadriel

Éowyn

The Hobbit:

Thorin

Balin

Dwalin

Fili

Kili

Bofur

Thranduil

Bard

Tauriel

Poldark:

Ross Poldark

Francis Poldark

Drake Carne

Sam Carne

Jeffry Charles Poldark

Dwight Enys

George Warleggan

Demelsa

Caroline

Rosina

Elizabeth

Morwenna

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Michael Gray

Ada Shelby

Polly Gray

[lannisterdaddyissues]

reverse uno!! top 5 downton abbey characters go

omg downton abbey my BELOVED!! <3 thank you for indulging my madness for this show it is so nice to finally have a downton mutual who Understands

Characters: ooh man this is hard. it fluctuates but rn this is how im feeling :)

Matthew Crawley - if he died. he didnt bc he did. no he didnt <3 (he is my precious cinnamon roll who never did anything wrong in his life ever)

Tom Branson - i just . HIM. i love his friendship w mary and tom and he is such a good father but i hope he never gets another love interest im sorry i dont think theyll ever be as good as sybil

Mary Crawley - MY BELOVED!!! MY GIRLBOSS!!! has there ever been anyone who deserved the world more than her. i think not

Isobel Crawley - unpopular opinion but isobel would actually unironically be my favorite if she werent a side character. idk why i just love her so much i want her to never be sad ever i would blow up the moon if it would make her happy ngl

Cora Crawley - milf. need i say more

Ships:

Mary/Matthew - they invented romance. true love didnt exist before they got together. they are the perfect example of an ideal relationship and the pinnacle of happiness. theyre my everything my sun and stars my day and my night the light of my life the reason to go on living...

Anna/Bates - these two are just SO!!!!!! GRRRRRR they make me feral. fluff and angst 300k slow burn established relationship with Issues tm. they make me want to get drunk and die in a car accident

Tom/Sybil - legendary. iconic. if sybil had lived then the show wouldve ended with them enacting a hostile takeover of the government. they could end all of the world's problems with the power of love and radicalism

Cora/Robert - MY FUCKIGN MOM AND DAD';,,,,,,

Violet/Isobel - its not even canon but in my heart theyve been married since season 1 and just havent told anyone bc theyre betting on who will be the first person to realize

[buckleyx]

EARRING  M.C

Author’s note: Sorry for any mistakes, english isn't my native language.

Summary: You lose one of Lady Edith’s earrings, luckily Matthew doesn't mind helping you.

Warnings: Fluff

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"There gonna kill me." You sighed, searching for the lost earring.

"Who's gonna kill you?" Matthew asked curious, poking his head from behind the paper. You mentally cursed yourself for thinking out loud.  "I dropped Lady Edith's earring." Your voice sounded defeated, knowing how much this earring means to here.

"I'll help you find it." Matthew stated. Jumping up, he puts his paper down and walks over to you. He bends down, looking at the dark carpet underneath him. "Thank you." You smiled, bending over to help him.

You were quite surprised. Never did a person from the upstairs asked to help you, let say even notice you. But Matthew has always been very kind, every time you would cross each other in the hall he would give you the sweetest smile. Making a small talk about the day and then leaving you with a thousand butterflies.

"Here it is." He said proudly. Giving you the earring his hand brushed against yours, Matthews gaze meeting yours. You notice the slight blush on his cheeks. His ocean blue eyes lost in yours. "Can I kiss you now?"

You nodded, unable to speak, thousand of  butterflies dancing in your stomach. He cupped your face, smiling softly with eyes full of adoration. The tip of your nose brushed against his, making the blondes heart swoon.

His lips ghosted over yours. A lovestruck smile plastered on your face as his lips finally touched yours.

My requests are open! :)

[tangerinesgirl]

I know it might be a bit too early for Christmas things, but I had a few small ideas I wanted to share! Thought it would be fun to do a few headcanons on how the Dan characters spend the season.

I didn't include Matthew Crawley I'm sorry I had no ideas that weren't already included in Downton Abbey, but feel free to send me some!

Warnings: a few brief sex mentions (*shakes fist* Lemtov) so 18+ and mature bc of that, but mostly fluff

Herr König

- beautiful landscapes at the resort overlooking the German Alps

- will comment on this saying the only thing more beautiful is you (a bit cheesy but we love him anyways)

- cozy nights in with the log fire, snuggling into König, watching the snow fall

- he plays with your hair while you read a book

- would gift you socks lmfao

- but then quickly gives you another more serious present

- you build a giant snowman, König watching inside knowing how bitter the German snow can be, but how could you resist NOT building a snowman

- he was right and you can't feel your fingers

- König trying to warm you up with hot chocolate, cuddles and kisses

- but just his voice and German pet names are enough to melt the cold away

- he does make a damn good hot chocolate though

Adam 'Frank' Barrett

- bah humbug

- doesn't see the point

- having a kid who loves it makes him demented about the whole holiday

- would fully ruin Christmas and tell his kid that Santa isn't real

- thinks Christmas is stupid but still gifts you some jewellery

- you dragging him around the mall for shopping

- will literally shoot a radio if it plays Christmas songs

- you jokingly suggesting for Frank to meet mall Santa but he reluctantly goes through with it after saying you'll make it up to him later

- now you have a wonderful picture of him cross armed and angry on Santa's lap

- you put it on the mantlepiece every year

- you trying to lighten his mood with a snowball fight but he gets too into it and nearly decapitates you after lobbing one that's pure ice

- he pranks you by pouring snow down your jumper like a child

Travis 'Trapper' Beasley

- VERY festive

- will decorate the house until it's seen from space

- goes all out and spends way too much money

- traditional Christmas movies all day in your pajamas

- will cook all day and reluctantly says yes when you offer to help (really he likes doing it himself)

- feeds you tasters of each piece of food

- dancing and (terrible) singing in the kitchen at the top of your lungs

- Trapper wearing Christmas themed apron, socks, jumper...you name it

David Collins

- Christmas crafts!

- making gingerbread houses

- his is perfect but yours can't stand up

- he says yours is better as we won't feel bad about eating it

- shopping for Christmas trees

- you pick the perfect one (maybe a bit too big) and David carries it over his shoulder effortlessly

- fits right in with the family at dinner

- lets you win at Monopoly

Alexander Lemtov

- likes buying you clothes and seeing you in them

- not like they stay on your body long

- adamant on spending it in his home at Russia

- will tell you a new Russian tradition every five minutes

- both of you going to the market in thick leather coats drinking some very alcoholic spiced warm beverages

- you point out cute ornaments, which he later goes back for to buy in secret and give you them Christmas Day

- another big foodie, but doesn't cook himself, will pay a chef to make dinner

- afterall, it means more time spent together

- he says that in a sweet way, but he means it in a "we're fucking all day" way

- the only time you don't have your hands all over each other is during dinner

- ...only for Lemtov to fuck you on the dinner table afterwards

- feeling content, stuffed full with food (and him)

David Haller

- honestly pretty on the fence about Christmas

- never really celebrated it or had pretty traumatic ones, so you're determined to make him have a good Christmas

- spoiling him with food and gifts

- adores the jellycat you bought him

- falls asleep on the sofa watching Home Alone

- thanks you for Christmas dinner and likes spending time with your family,

- very polite, if he is a bit shy at first

- just all round a sweet guy

- wears the lil Christmas hat out of a cracker

- likes all the distractions, helping take his mind off things, wishes it could be Christmas every day now

- no but fr we were robbed of a Legion Christmas special episode imagine the possibilities

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

Baby- Matthew Crawley (1)

Pairing: Matthew Crawley x Reader

Characters: Anna Smith, Charles Carson, Elsie Hughes

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Matthew Crawley request! Reader is Matthew's wife who is heavily pregnant. She was there to witness Sybil die and is now absolutely terrified of giving birth. Matthew tries to help her as much as he can, but doesn't really work. Reader goes into labor unexpectedly when everyone except the servants are out. So they have to help her give birth. Matthew finds out and rushes back to downton to see his wife and son in bed. Then maybe some crying and fluff.

Word Count: 556

Author: Charlotte

You let out a load and pain filled groan as you took to your feet, making your way to the door to head into the hall of the house.

“Anna,” you called to the maid whom you got along with well and had said she was working near to your room so could come to your aide if you needed her.

Hasty footsteps followed to one of the other doors being swung open revealing the blonde maid with a concerned expression.

“Are you okay ma’am?” She asked.

You nodded your head, holding your hand over your extended heavily pregnant stomach. You winced as pain flooded through you, trying to contain the scream that wished to escape due to the surge of pain.

“Lady Y/N?” She said, doing her best to support you.

“My apologies Anna,” you said attempting to catch your breath as the pangs of pain eased. “Can you please assist me downstairs, and call for Matthew?”

She nodded her head. “Of course, are you sure you’re okay?”

You let out a deep breath, letting Anna assist your down the stairs to the main entrance, helping you onto the plush bench that was for guests waiting to see Lord Grantham.

“Anna, may I ask you for one more favour?” You asked, still holding your enormous stomach protectively.

“Anything, what do you need Miss?”

“Can you call for Doctor Clarkson as well as my husband?” You whispered. “I fear the baby is on it’s way.”

She nodded, apologising for taking her leave and rushing down to the servant’s quarters. Moments later she returned with Mrs Hughes in tow.

“Mr Carson is phoning for Mr Crawley and Doctor Clarkson,” Anna explained. “It will be okay ma’am.”

You had confided in Anna of your fear of childbirth. With the death of Lady Sybil recently, you were beyond fearful that you were to follow her. Her daughter was born healthily, but she sadly passed, there wasn’t anything that could be done for her and you feared that you or your child wouldn’t make it. Your child wasn’t due for another week, so Matthew saw no issue with travelling for the day to discuss business to do with your soon to be home a few miles away. However, with him gone, you were more fearful, you required your husband to keep you calm in this sort of moment.

“Do you need anything m’lady?” Mrs Hughes questioned.

“No thank you Mrs Hughes. Just my husband and a doctor,” you smiled softly.

Before either woman could say anything Mr Carson came into the room.

“I’ve sent for a car Lady Y/N, Dr Clarkson is ready for you to arrive. Mr Crawley is two hours away but he said he shall meet us there as soon as he can. He wishes for Anna to take his place until he arrives, if that is okay ma’am?”

You nodded your head, allowing Anna to assist you to your feet.

“Thank you, Mr Carson. Do notify Lord Grantham for me, Lady Grantham, Lady Mary and Lady Edith are all with him. They deserve to know of what is going on, but do not worry them or make them stop their visit with the Dowager,” you said.

“I will m’lady.”

Mrs Hughes turned to you from the front doors, “the car is here for you.”

“Thank you.”

[bitletsanddrabbles]

Day 8: Ball

Fandom: Downton Abbey

Relationship: General

Characters: George Crawley, Henry Talbot, Tom Branson

Warnings: Unapologetic fluff, Thomas references, and cricket. I know next to nothing about cricket.

Henry took careful aim and lobbed the ball as gently as he could. George, who had started to show signs of fatigue not long ago, swung entirely too early and too low and practically dropped the bat at the end of the swing.

“I’m never going to hit the ball!” the boy complained.

“I used to say that,” Tom, who had been watching from the sidelines, occasionally stepping in to give George tips on his grip and such, chuckled. “Caught me by surprise the first time I actually hit the thing.”

“Perhaps we’d better stop for the day, though. My arm is getting tired.” It was a bit of a lie, Henry could have bowled awhile longer, but George was clearly ready for a break. “We can practice some more in a few days, if the weather holds.”

George flat out dropped the bat on the ground and crossed over to the older men. They might have scolded him to pick up the bat, but he looked and sounded so dejected that neither of them had the heart. “What if I never do?”

“Well then, maybe you’ll prefer bowling?” Henry suggested while Tom walked over and retrieved the bat. “I’m a much better bowler than I am a batter. What about you, Tom?”

“Never tried,” the other man shook his head. “Matthew taught me to bat and that was that. I can hit and sometimes I can catch, but I’ll never be a champion cricketer, that’s for dead certain.” He laughed. “I have learned to enjoy the game, though.”

“Mr. Molsley bowls and bats,” George informed them, his tone somewhat envious. “We met him the other day when we were out with Nanny and when I told him I was going to learn cricket he told me all about it and gave me lots of advice. It’s a pity that he never gets to play for the village. Mr. Barrow agrees with him.”

Henry was somewhat perplexed. Admittedly, he didn’t know much about the politics down stairs, but he’d never gotten the impression that the butler was particularly fond of the footman-turned-teacher. “He does?”

“Yes,” George nodded once. “Mr. Barrow says with Mr. Molsley bowling for the village and him batting for the house, it would be the best cricket match ever!”

“I bet he does,” Tom rolled his eyes, grimacing. “I bet he does.”

[kehlana-wolhamonao3]

Story: It Tolls For Thee

New update to my Downton Abbey S4 AU. After heavy emotions of the previous chapter, here we have fluff, flirting, exuberant cousins and brawls :)

Updated also on AO3.

#downton abbey #fanfic #fanfiction #mary crawley #matthew crawley #rose macclare

[ao3feed-marymatthew]

The pain of being without him

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Oh13pvG

by bethyxox1998

After Sybbie loses her beloved papa in a tragic accident, can she ever be happy again?

Words: 3169, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Downton Abbey

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Characters: Mary Crawley, Matthew Crawley, Sybbie Branson, George Crawley

Relationships: Mary Crawley/Matthew Crawley

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Family Fluff, Grief/Mourning

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Oh13pvG

[multifandomfanfic]

Downton Abbey Masterlist

^-fluff

#-angst

Matthew Crawley (smut not available)

Henry Talbot (smut not available)

Thomas Barrow (smut not available)

Jimmy Kent (smut not available)

Tom Branson (smut not available)

Andrew Parker (smut not available)

Alfred Nugent (smut not available)

William Mason (smut not available)

Bertie Pelham (smut not available)

Daisy Parker (smut not available)

Mary Crawley (smut not available)

Edith Crawley (smut not available)

Sybil Crawley (smut not available)

Rose Aldridge (smut not available)

If there is a character we have not named here, the likelihood is we will write fluff but not smut for them!