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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 1 year ago

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Playing Pretend (Part 3)

Dinner, dessert, and realizing someone might get hurt.

Roy Kent x Reader

2.8k words

Warnings: Language, plenty of pining, "only one bed" trope I guess

A/N: Came out a bit longer than I intended, but I'm not complaining!

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Roy’s arm was still wrapped around your shoulder, fingers tracing circles on your bare skin as he laughed at something your brother-in-law said. Another reason you’d picked Roy to be your fake boyfriend: he got along perfectly with your family and didn’t need to create some fake personality to make them like him. They adored Roy. It was probably your dad’s deepest dream to have the two of you get together.

You had caught the look on your dad’s face as he watched you across the room. His smile was that soft, gentle smile, the one he’d worn when you were a kid receiving an award, or when you learned to ride a bicycle, or when he helped you move into your first place all on your own. It was his proud, I love you so much smile. And it broke your heart a little, knowing that he’d be so sad when you and Roy “broke up” after the wedding. Almost as sad as you would be when the weekend ended, and Roy went back to just being your friend’s big brother who you pined after in silence.

But for now, you laid your head on his shoulder as your older sister shared some silly story about your nephew, enjoying the rumbling you felt when he chuckled, that gruff sound that made your heart skip a beat.

He leaned close and whispered in your ear, “How’m I doing?”

Ignoring the shiver his breath sent down your spine, you nodded. “Perfect,” you answered quietly. Just as your gaze flickered down to his mouth, wondering how many kisses you could get away with by excusing them as part of the “act”, a housekeeper came in and announced dinner, asking everyone to follow her to the dining room.

Roy was on his feet immediately, holding his hand out to help you up. “Feel like I’m on an episode of fucking Downton Abbey,” he hissed, smirking.

“What do you know about Downton Abbey?” you teased with a laugh.

“I know you’ve got a fucking thing for Matthew Crawley,” he shot back, raising his eyebrows at you.

Feeling like you were being watched, you gripped Roy’s arm affectionately. “Is someone jealous?” you cooed.

“Maybe,” was the small growl before Roy’s lips connected with yours again for a brief, heated moment that made your heart skip a beat. “Is this alright?” he whispered, nose brushing affectionately against yours as everyone else walked past the two of you. “The kissing?” His eyes were full of concern, a look he often gave you when he got protective. As any guy would of his baby sister’s best friend- right?

You shrugged coyly. “Getting to spend my weekend snogging a handsome footballer kind of helps take the sting out of the whole ‘my sister is marrying my ex’ bullshit.”

The smile he wore was a surprised one. “You think I’m handsome?”

“Oh, shut up, you know you are,” you tutted, giving him a playful shove as you moved past him into the dining room. With your back to him you missed the fierce blush that covered his face as he shook his head and watched you, that big smile remaining despite no one being around to see it.

Once everyone had settled in their seats, Jim’s dad raised a glass. “Thank you all for joining us to celebrate our only son and his lovely bride-to-be,” he started, nodding to Jim and Lauren, who sat directly across from Roy and yourself. “It’s going to be a very busy weekend, so it’s nice to have the opportunity to have our first official meal as a family before the festivities.” His eyes lingered on you for a moment, wistfulness flickering across his face for a brief moment.

When you and Roy had arrived at the house and were searching for your room, you’d bumped into Jim’s parents in the hall; there was a lot of clearing of throats and avoiding eye contact from all three of you as you re-introduced them to Roy, informing them that the two of you were now dating. Jim’s mother looked almost disappointed at the news, the corners of her mouth tugging downward, before recovering and offering her congratulations.

Jim’s dad continued his little toast. “I hope this weekend is full of wonderful memories for our new family and that this is the first of many celebrations we share.”

As everyone raised their glasses in agreement, Roy reached under the table for your hand, despite the fact that no one could see it. While you marveled at how determined he was to convince the whole table of your farce, Roy knew the truth: he wanted to hold your hand, plain and simple. And after all this time, this weekend finally gave him excuse to hold it as much as he wanted. There was no way he was going to waste that.

He did reluctantly have to let go once dinner was served, but not without bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to your hand first. Across the table, Jim’s eyes narrowed slightly, before he turned to Lauren, acting like the picture of the attentive fiancé. You couldn’t help but notice the more Roy leaned over to whisper jokes in your ear, or found an excuse to touch your hand, or acted generally boyfriend-y, the more Jim mirrored that affection with Lauren. You did your best not to dwell on the observation, instead focusing on how nice it was to have Roy Kent by your side.

When dessert was served, Jim’s mum suggested taking it outside to enjoy the lovely night. Roy grabbed your bowl before you could and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“Just grab the spoons, yeah, love?”

Love. Roy Kent just called you love. You’d seen him with other women he’d dated- really dated- and you’d never heard him call any of them love. The word stopped the breath in your chest as you reminded yourself that he was playing a role, acting as the perfect doting boyfriend.

But goodness, you liked the way it sounded.

You led Roy to the garden, where Roy nodded to a bench nestled under a low tree, a bit away from where everyone else was sitting.

“Mind if we sit over here?”

Your chest purred with pleasure at the idea of being alone with him in the secluded little corner, even if just for show. “Sounds good,” you managed.

Roy watched you carefully as you sat down before joining you on the bench, sitting closer than he had to, pressing his thigh against yours. He knew, deep down, that he was kind of taking advantage of the situation, that he was just a friend doing you a favor, but fuck, when was he going to get another chance like this? To dote on you, to touch you, to kiss you, to show you how mad about you he was. He would worry about getting his heart broken later.

“How you feelin’?” he asked, trading your dessert for one of the spoons you held out.

You shrugged as you took the bowl that he handed you. “Alright.” Your gaze flickered to Jim and Lauren, who were chatting with Jim’s parents. Jim’s eyes locked with yours for a brief moment before you turned back to Roy, who watched you with a frown. “How are you? You’re doing a great job with this whole boyfriend thing. You’re a natural.”

Roy turned his focus to his dessert, ignoring how tight his chest felt. “I’m fuckin’ fine. More concerned with you, actually. I’m sure all this… is hard.” He lifted his head to look at you. “It fucking sucks. Watching the love of your life be in love with someone else. Really fucking sucks.”

Something in the fiery way he looked at you sent a shiver down your spine. “Yeah. This is pretty damn difficult.” After a moment, you shook your head. “But… I don’t think Jim was the love of my life.” Roy’s raised eyebrows urged you on. “I mean, I loved him. Really, I did. And I would’ve married him. And it hurts like hell watching him marry someone else, never mind who it is.” You shrugged. “But he wasn’t the love of my life,” you repeated firmly.

“How d’you know?” Roy leaned towards you intently, both of you completely forgetting about the sweets in your hands.

“I don’t,” you admitted with a soft chuckle. “But I have to keep telling myself that, don’t I? Have to keep hope that the real love of my life is still out there, looking for me as much as I’m looking for him.”

Roy’s heart was on fire listening to you. He wanted so badly to tell you that he was right fucking there, that he’d been there for years. He wanted to give you a real kiss and whisk you away to the swanky bedroom you were sharing. Fuck, he wanted to offer to take Jim and Lauren’s place in front of the officiant on Saturday if you were keen.

Instead, he gave you a small, understanding nod. “Should write that down, it’s fucking beautiful.” And you knew he meant it. “Right. Well. I am… going to find a fucking bathroom.” He stood, putting down his bowl and forcing a playful smirk. “Don’t eat my fucking dessert, and if I’m not back in an hour, send a search party, see if I fell into a moat or got caught in a dungeon or some shit.” He bent down and kissed the top of your head before walking briskly into the house, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“You two were having a pretty serious conversation from the looks of it,” your father’s voice mused.

You looked up at your father, who was observing you carefully. “Just about how weird this weekend is,” you half-lied. “He just wanted to make sure I was okay.”

He nodded. “Well, I’m sure it’s strange for him too. Watching you watch your ex get married.” He bobbled his head. “Be easy on him.”

You shook your head. “Roy knows there’s no feelings there. Just awkwardness, really. He completely understands.”

“He’s a good guy. You know I’ve always thought so.” He laughed. “We’re all just glad you two finally figured it out.”

“Right. Right.” You thought for a moment about the way your family wasn’t completely surprised by your new “relationship”. “You know, I’m still not sure what I was missing all those years. What did everyone see that I didn’t?”

A smile crossed his face. “Really, love? You never noticed the way that fella looked at you? All wide-eyed and flushed? Or the way he’d run himself ragged during matches when he knew you were there, just to impress you? There was one Christmas he came home, and I swear he took one look at you and looked ready to quit football just so he could stay with ya.” He chuckled. “Just glad he finally made his move.”

“Oh. Yeah.” You giggled weakly, pretending you’d noticed those things. “And was I just as obvious?”

“God, maybe worse,” your dad chortled, slapping his hands together with glee. “Where to start? Always finding a reason to talk to him, screaming like a banshee whenever you watch him play, and your mother and I overheard more than one late-night call to Sunderland when he was away. I’m just surprised it took him so long to realize how in love you’ve always been.”

Roy chose that moment, with your face starting to warm, to return. He nodded to your dad as he resumed his seat beside you. “Alright there?” He scrunched his eyebrows together. “Your face is all red.” He leaned close and planted a kiss on your cheek, relishing the heat against his lips. “Fucking cute when you blush,” he hummed. His own cheeks reddened when your dad cleared his throat, reminding Roy that he had an audience. “Fuck. Sorry,” he hissed.

Your dad held his hands up in defeat. “Can’t blame you two for wanting to make up for lost time.” He clapped your shoulder lovingly and returned to your mother, who was watching you with a soft smile.

Deciding to let yourself lean into things as much as Roy, you leaned your chin on his shoulder, gazing up at him adoringly. “Feeling kind of tired,” you murmured. “Thinking I’ll head to bed.”

Sure enough, he pecked your forehead. “I’ll join you.”

Rather quickly, you noticed, Roy grabbed your forgotten desserts and carried them to the table Jim and Lauren sat at. You followed him, offering a small wave to everyone.

“Goodnight,” you called.

Lauren raised an eyebrow. “More alone time?”

You wrapped your arms around Roy’s middle and squeezed tight. “Just a bit knackered. And I know tomorrow’s a busy day, want to be well-rested.”

Jim offered a tight smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Goodnight then.”

Conversely, Roy’s smile was wide. “Have a great night, Jim.” He nodded to everyone else before taking your hand and leading you inside.

As the two of you walked down the hall to your room, you couldn’t help but realize that Roy was still holding your hand; you told yourself it must be in case someone happened to see you. That had to be it; Roy committing to this whole fake-relationship thing.

Once you were in the room, you each silently went about getting ready for bed, with Roy letting you use the restroom to change. You quickly removed your makeup, brushed your teeth (longer than usual), and changed into your pyjamas, feeling suddenly a bit shy in your sleeping shorts and oversized shirt. But Roy’d seen you in pyjamas plenty of times; how was this really any different?

For Roy, it was completely different. His breath caught in his throat when you walked out of the bathroom and his grip on the t-shirt he was about to put on tightened. It wasn’t necessarily the view- which admittedly drove him mad- but the knowledge that, in just a few minutes, you’d be in bed. With him.

Likewise, your heart hammered as you once again saw his bare chest- or “bear chest”, as Paul once joked at a pool party. You couldn’t tell if you were relieved or disappointed when he tugged on his black shirt, covering the hair and the light blush that covered his skin.

“D’you care which side?” he grumbled, pulling back the covers. He knew he should offer to sleep on the floor or something, but he knew you didn’t mind; how many times had you fallen asleep leaning against him on the couch? Or that time your families had gone camping and you had begged him to cuddle with you because it was so fucking cold?

Sure enough, you shrugged and helped him pull back the blankets. “Up to you.”

With a grunt, Roy threw himself on the bed, grinning when you did the same. “Only took, what, thirty years. But look at us, our first slumber party.”

You rolled your eyes and brought the blankets over yourselves; Roy couldn’t help but notice the tender way you made sure he was covered. “Roy, I spent the night at your house so many times growing up. We absolutely had slumber parties.”

He shook his head with a small breathy laugh. “Come on. You weren’t there for me.”

Not knowing what came over you, you turned onto your side and propped yourself up on your elbow, your eyes tracing Roy’s profile. “Who said I wasn’t?” you teased.

It was Roy’s turn to roll his eyes. “Oh, fuck off,” he grumbled, smile playing on his lips. “Go the fuck to sleep.”

With that, he turned and clicked off the lamp that sat on the nightstand, leaving you in darkness, wondering how you were going to sleep with the knowledge that Roy Kent was right next to you. Miraculously, you did finally fall asleep, listening to Roy’s soft snores that you knew you’d have to tease him about.

The next morning, you woke up with your head on Roy’s chest, his arm wrapped around you tenderly as he continued to snooze.

Fuck.

Your breath became shallow as you tried to figure out what to do. Gently pull out of his grasp? Stay this way and hope he woke up and removed his arm? Part of you- fine, all of you- wished you could wake up this way every morning.

Carefully, you removed Roy’s arm, the spot where his hand had been quickly becoming cold, and rolled over as slowly as you could, not stopping until you were flat on your back, a safe distance from Roy. Holding in a sigh, you stared at the ceiling, wondering if you’d be able to get through this weekend with your heart in one piece.

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kehlana-wolhamonao3 · 1 year ago

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Oh my God, this mood board is just PERFECT for this chapter! Thank you!

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.

#moodboard #the heiress #i have best readers ever #downton abbey #downton abbey fanfiction #mary crawley #matthew crawley #mary x matthew

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 3 months ago

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after all these years. ( robert crawley x reader )

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There were many guests at Downton over the years, and you and your family worked hard to show great hospitality. However, the arrival of Lord Fernstly proved more than anyone could bear.

You knew your role as Lord Chantham's wife and you liked to believe you had perfected it over the years. You were a gracious host and you displayed genuine interest in your guests. Your childhood was spent with many tutors. You studied literature and music, but your true passion lay with art. Robert took you to art galleries as often as he could just to see your eyes light up and listened as you educated him about the paintings and their artists.

You met Lord Fernstly when you were a young teenager and he was resentful of the estate and title he inherited but loved the power. Once upon a time you bonded over paintings and sculptures and your father had envisioned a great match between you both, but when you met Robert at a society ball you were enraptured by his stories and related to his admission that the socialite life was difficult at times due to the heavy expectations. His knowledge of paintings came from books, while you had seen most of the paintings he named in person. The first time he asked you to dance sparked feelings you had never felt for Lord Fernstly and that night was the beginning of the end of your courtship.

Robert threw his hat in the ring and within a year you were married. Most people often look back at their past choices and wonder if they were right, but you knew from that first night that you were meant to be at Downton.

Due to your social circles, you saw Lord Fernstly more often than Robert preferred. Staying at Downton under the ruse of seeking your advice on buying a painting, Lord Fernstly was filled with compliments for you and your daughters who took after you by appearance.

Since his arrival at Downton, Robert was civil, but you had been married for a long time and knew when he was being sickly polite while he plotted the many ways he'd like to kill someone. And, there is no one he'd like to hurt more than Lord Fernstly.

During meals, you sat next to your husband but tonight you decided to get answers to questions you had regarding the painting he was buying, so you sat next to Lord Fernstly but across the table from Robert. Lord Fernstly reaped the attention and you were flattered that he still praised your beauty after all these years, but were under no illusion about his intentions. Nor was Robert, or your daughters, or the staff. Thomas and Bates kept close tabs on the Lord who always seemed to be popping up wherever you were even when you purposely sought solitude from him.

Tonight you intended to be the perfect host just as you were taught. Unbeknown to you and Sybil, your husband had warned Fernstly on his first night at Downton when he made a sly comment to Robert about 'stealing' you away and Mary was certain that if Matthew hadn't kept the peace the two would have come to blows in the drawing room.

You smiled as Lord Fernstly praised your keen eye for artwork, sipping your wine. "Those trips to the gallery were highly educational." You looked at Sybil as you squeezed her arm gently, "I try to encourage them but they have bested me."

Mary smiled when you caught her gaze.

"I would be hard pressed trying to find someone as remarkable as you." Lord Fernstly said, flashing a charming smile.

"You've mentioned that already." Your husband spoke up and you looked at him to see his hard gaze focusing on Lord Fernstly.

"Well, when one spends so much time surrounded by it, I can see how easy it would be to overlook it."

Robert ground his jaw as his mother quietly warned him to drop the subject whilst at the dinner table. "What did you say? Are you suggesting that I overlook her? I can assure you that she is all I see."

In a less hostile atmosphere you could have swooned at his admission, but tonight the air was sticky with the jealous rage radiating from the two Lords.

"And yet I rarely find you together. You seem rather determined to keep her within these walls. I remarked earlier that I rarely see her attend exhibitions at the gallery."

You straightened your back as you turned to Lord Fernstly in shock. Robert stood up from his chair and tossed his napkin on the table, knocking over a glass.

"I want you out of here within the hour. I will not have you snake around this house any longer." He stormed out of the room with Thomas on his heels and you glanced around the table.

"Are you happy now?" Mary asked, her gaze hard as she looked at Lord Fernstly.

Lord Fernstly excused himself and left the dining room. You exhaled as you met Matthew's gaze.

"Something you wish to share?"

The blond shook his head and you looked at Mary who explained that Lord Fernstly had planned this visit to rile up her father. He had never married which you had found odd as he was a handsome man, but you felt his personality severely lacking, and seemingly other women had as well. Not even his wealth had secured a match.

"If you will kindly excuse me I want to see my husband." You set your napkin delicately on the table, "Apparently we do not see each other enough,"

Tom's lips curved slightly as he met Sybil's gaze across the table when you walked out of the room. You headed to the main hallway, ascending the staircase, pausing halfway when you saw Lord Fernstly approaching with Thomas who was carrying his suitcase.

"Tell me that you see it. You are an intelligent woman, you must see it."

You raised an eyebrow, "What am I to see?"

"We were always a far better match than you and Lord Grantham." He began, "I would forget these years if you agreed to leave with me tonight."

"Have you gone mad?"

"You need someone who sparks that aching hunger. I can be that person."

"The only burning hunger I feel now is to have you removed from my house. I'll admit I was once enamored by your appearance, but your mind is not as sharp as you think it is. Farewell, Lord Fernstly."

You walked away towards your chambers and found your husband sitting on a chair, his jacket unbuttoned and bowtie undone. You closed the door with a small smile and walked to stand behind his chair, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"You do realize how foolish you are."

"Yes, forgive me for not allowing that swine to flirt with my wife."

You smiled as you leaned down, kissing his cheek. "That is not what I was saying." He raised an eyebrow and you continued, "I was saying that you are a fool to think that after all these years I could ever see anyone but you."

He turned his head slightly, "I am not a lover of the arts such as you are. I have tried to learn, believe me, but every painting or sculpture looks the same."

A giggle left your lips as you moved around the chair to sit on his lap. You placed your hand on his cheek as his hands held your waist, holding his gaze.

"You are a wonderful man. You may not know the distinction between a Mähler and a Goya, but I fell hopelessly in love with you for your wit, your protectiveness, and your good heart." You smiled softly, "So don't think for a moment that I would ever do something as foolish as to give you up. You are the one who holds all the cards in their marriage, my dear."

A smile formed on his lips from your admission, an eyebrow raising as he said, "Are you sure? It doesn't feel like it."

You leaned in to kiss him tenderly and his right hand rose to the nape of your neck, bringing you closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue quickly dominating your mouth, causing you to moan onto the kiss.

You put your hands on his chest as you pulled away, leaving his lap as you spoke. "He said I needed someone to fulfill a burning hunger. A never-ceasing desire...his argument was for knowledge and shared passion for art, however after all these years I have always felt it. From the moment you kissed my hand and told me your name."

Robert stood up and tore the bowtie from his neck, tossing it aside carelessly as he approached you while undoing the buttons on his waistcoat.

"And I you."

You backed away, climbed onto the bed, and lifted your dress as he hovered over you. You closed your eyes as he kissed your swollen lips, and pushed his jacket and waistcoat off his shoulders. Robert ran a hand along your thigh, rising to your lower back and bringing you closer.

People often looked back on their lives and pictured things differently. But you knew from that first introduction when he kissed your hand and couldn't take his eyes off you, that your life was bound to be entangled with his. And when you recalled the night your father told you that Robert Crawley had thrown his hat in the ring to win your affections, you never regretted telling him that it was the future Lord of Downton you wanted to marry because all roads led to him. And you didn't regret a second of it. After all these years you couldn't imagine being with anyone else, loving or craving someone the way you did him.

#robert crawley #robert crawley x reader #downton abbey

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imagine-that · 4 years ago

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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.

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prince-septimus · 4 years ago

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under the mistletoe

pairing : matthew crawley x reader

summary : christmas at downton is a new experience for you, but matthew manages to make it worth your while.

word count : 700

Based on this post.

Christmas kisses: More smile than actual kiss. A holds mistletoe above their heads while B rolls their eyes, but pulls A down by the collar of their ugly Christmas sweater for a heated kiss. A takes B by the waist and walks forward until they are around the corner, away from the prying eyes and hoots of the rest of their friends and family

Christmas with the Crawleys was nothing short of an adventure. You were still learning your way around the estate, with the help of Matthew and some members of the staff, but it was getting easier especially with the family beginning to accept you as Matthew’s fiancée.

It had taken awhile, what with Matthew seeming to move on so suddenly after Mary’s rejection and making the decision to court you. Some had been offended by the way Matthew “paraded you around” as they put it, but it seemed they were coming around to the idea of the two of you together. Maybe the fact that you had talked it over with Mary helped, choosing not to give Matthew a proper answer until you had her blessing, for fear of ruining any idea the family may have still had of Mary and Matthew wedding.

You had been thrilled when she gave you her blessing. So thrilled that you had practically ran to Matthew, kissing him in the open for all the world to see, and accepting his proposal.

And now it was Christmas, and while the family had begun to accept you as a part of them, you still held a little concern. There was still the odd glance your way, and you were sure that Lady Grantham had been wandering about, whispering false words about you.

Those worries exited your mind, though, the moment you saw Matthew heading your way.

“Darling, what are you doing all the way over here? Away from the party?” He pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek when he reached you, smiling at you in a way that made you feel giddy.

“Just needed to step away for a moment,” you explained. There was so much going on around you, maids and butlers running from here to there, and if you were honest, all this laughter was beginning to make your head ache. You had decided to step into the hall for only a moment, just to get away. “We can rejoin the party now, if you’d like.”

“Just a moment. I have a surprise for you.”

“Matthew.” You reached for your betrothed’s hand, grasping it and placing a kiss against his fingers. “No more presents. There’s been enough of that for today.”

“Well, then don’t think of it as a present.” Matthew grinned as he reached into his pocket, pulling out some sort of trinket and holding it above your heads. “Think of it as a Christmas treat.”

You looked up.

A smile creeped its way onto your face.

Matthew had brought you mistletoe.

You rolled your eyes, preparing to tell your fiancé how silly mistletoe was and how he simply could just ask, but Matthew didn’t let you get that far. He reached up to rest his hand on the back of your neck, using it then to bring you to him, allowing him to kiss you. He was smiling as he pressed his lips to yours, leaning in.

You pulled away briefly to glance down the hall, turning to see if any of the family had spotted the two of you, but then Matthew was taking your waist and pulling you into the next hall away from any prying eyes.

You let out a soft laugh when Matthew put his lips to yours again. It was almost not a kiss at all, but you held him to you all the same, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. You knew Matthew’s flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled hair would be evidence enough for anyone to figure out what the two of you had been off doing, but in that moment you couldn’t find yourself to care.

“Isn’t that a lovely present?”

You loved the way Matthew’s eyes shined, almost like they were doing it just for you. Sparkling in the dim light of the hall. You let a hand trail down his clothed chest, letting your fingers linger just enough to see those blue eyes flash. “I thought you said it wasn’t a present.”

Matthew sighed, before kissing you again, hard enough to make your stomach flip. You almost swooned. “A treat. Isn’t that a lovely treat?”

“Well, of course.”

#matthew crawley #matthew crawley x reader #matthew crawley imagine #downton abbey imagine #downton abbey #my fics #kisses to write

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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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Hello!! Can I ask for a (male) ship for Marvel, Downtown Abbey, Star Trek and The Witcher? I am a girl in college studying Biology, I am kind of short, long brown hair and eyes, I kinda look serious and intimidating. I am a bit quiet and anxious if I don't know a person but become kind of bold and unpredictable (been told that) if I am confortable around someone. In my free time I love watching kdramas, reading books and hiking with my dogs. And thank you so much for this, please take care 💕💕

MARVEL - PROFESSOR CHARLES XAVIER

Wow biology, professor over here thinks ur so extraordinary and very smart. Since ur still in college he’ll ask u questions out of the blue based on biology to see if you’ll get it. He loves messing w u to see ur reaction. He feels so happy to have met u bc he feels he can be himself around u. Ur very into ur books and studies and learning knew things and the children make fun of him so when u have the same likes as him it makes him feel young and not odd. He wants to show every kid to u bc he is proud. He would be so happy if the children would turn out like you so he sets you as an example for his young ones. But he does like a night out and a little party so if u like to go to the bar and just relax a little and have fun he is super down for that. U and him will prob have a drinking contest between u two which Charles will prob win. He sometimes feels tho bc he is in a wheelchair that he is holding u back from the things u like such as hiking. He sometimes hates himself and hopes he doesn’t ruin the relationship. You tell him he could never and that u love him. When you soothe him and praise him and just tell him sweet nothings in his ear he legit just kisses you because he wonders how did he get someone so perfect.

DOWNTON ABBEY - MATTHEW CRAWLEY

He is so fascinated by all the hobbies u enjoy. Korean? Like nobody talks about other parts of the world in downton. He loves how I like to learn knew thing and explore ur ideas and thinking. He finds u very different and unique but in a good way. Ur not like the rest of the snotty rich people that live around here. Matthew himself loves to learn new things so he wishes to learn more biology from u. Nobody knows tho if he really wanted to learn it or he just said it to get close to you. He likes how intimidating you look tbh it kinda scared him but then you introduced a new side to you and side he deeply treasured and loved bc u only showed it to ppl close to you. Matthew loves to take you to dances and gatherings to show you off and he loves to buy you new dresses and jewelry even if it may not be ur style he still does it to show you he loves you. He also buys you books that contain amazing information about the world. Matthew loves to kiss you and almost always has his arm on your Lower back. And in dinners or luncheons he is always either sitting beside u or in front of you. He just has to see ur darling face all the time it puts him at ease. He doesn’t care either what ppl may say about u. Ppl talk and he won’t allow no one not a soul to disrespect you. He loves you no matter what and he is going to think that till the day he dies.

STAR TREK - LEONARD MCCOY

Biology, medicine as a doctor? Not really that far off that’s why you assist and help Leonard when there is a short of staff. He understands ur learning still and makes this a training excercise for you. He tries not to pressure you too much but he just knows u can do it bc ur so smart and he feels u r almost there. Leonard is kinda ur teacher and he’s so glad to have met you. He thinks you’re gorgeous and he wanted to be urs the minute he saw u. U r a simple girl and u find pleasure in simple things which really attracts him. You also laugh at his jokes which he really likes. If u come in all serious and quiet one day he will make it his mission to make u laugh or smile. He loves that u r unpredictable because then that makes the relationship fun and exciting. He likes that u can keep up w him and handle urself he finds that super enticing. He loves to take u to a window showing all of space and he kisses u there and just rests against u talking about the future he sees u two in. He wants this for the long run and he is willing to risk his life protecting you from harm.

WITCHER - JASKIER

He finds u reading alone quiet and that makes him want to introduce himself and sing to u which ur like no pls stop. Geralt likes u and finds u a real help to the team. Especially w ur hiking. Geralt and jaskier think ur amazing at hiking and u go really fast jaskier is amazed at ur ability. He thinks ur super sexy to see how strong u are and independent but also like animals especially dogs he finds that so cute about u and vows one day to get u a dog u can call ur own. When ur in a bad mood or serious he will sing u a silly song to get u to cheer up and then crack jokes oh yeah he’s in love w u. He doesn’t care about like anything else except u. Especially at night when u rest ur head against his chest he just thanks the stars that u r ok and safe and here w him. He wants to make u happy and loved so he’ll do anything u ask this boy worships u ok. He thinks ur so smart and he like wants to be as smart as u sometimes cuz he thinks if he is not u may leave him so he tries to learn something new everyday and he really enjoys learning knew things from you. You expand his mind. He loves to give you forehead kisses or on top of the head kisses cuz ur short and he loves to do that to you. And whenever ur anxious jaskier will hold ur hand and not let go unless u r ok.

#ask #anonymous #ask game #ships #i ship you with...#matchups #ship game #game #marvel #xmen #charles xavier x reader #dowton abbey #matthew crawley x reader #star trek #leonard mccoy x reader #the witcher #jaskier x reader

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gothicwidowsworld · 6 years ago

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Matthew Crawley #1

Imagine...

Exchanging glances with Matthew during breakfast, while Your father the Earl of Grantham reminds him of his new found responsibility to find a wife after all Matthew is due to inherit the family title. Your older sister Mary is considered to be the best match, however nobody knows you and Matthew have been secretly meeting up and are planning to elope.

*gif not mine credit to the original owner*

#downton abbey #downton abbey imagines #x reader #matthew crawley imagines #dan stevens #gif imagines #au imagines #imagines #matthew crawley #downton abbey x reader #matthew crawley x reader #gothicwidow

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buckleyx · 4 years ago

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Could you do a matthew crawley fluff where he comes home from war (assuming no mary or lavinia) and confesses his love for the Crawley!reader

Helloo,, you can read it here !! Thank you for requesting !! <33

#matthew crawley x reader #darling anon #flo answers ✧.*

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tangerinesgirl · 1 month ago

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Kinktober 2024 - October 8th

Flogging // Swallowing // Cock Warming

Matthew Crawley x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, explicit

Word count: 400>

Warnings: cockwarming, PTSD mentions, war, disability mentions

Notes: sorry, quite a short one today! I ran out of steam after Frank yesterday, please forgive me!

Kinktober List || Masterlist || AO3

When Matthew returned from the war, it was tough, especially when you thought for all those months that he lost his feeling below his waist, full stop, no hope of it returning. But he proved them wrong. A lot of doctors had described it as a miracle.

But then, there were the night terrors. He would jump awake, drenched in a cold sweat from nightmares from the trenches. Watching his friends die, bombs exploding, even going into No Man's Land, above and beyond the call of duty. You could only imagine the horrors he experienced. You asked about it once, but Matthew only cares about the future, and didn't want to "burden you". So you focus on what you could do to help soothe him.

"It's okay", you rolled over to face him. You place your hand cautiously on his shoulder, reassuring him that he's safe.

Matthew rolls over to face you, he sighs deeply as he looks deep into your eyes, pleading with you. "Can we...?"

You stroke his face and nod, before starting to remove your nightgown from under the covers.

You were both experimenting sexually when Matthew was paralysed, seeing what he could feel, going slowly when he was getting sensations back. Sometimes you would just sit on his cock as Matthew slowly started to feel your warmth envelope him, watching the pleasure wash over his face. It also became comforting to him, even after fully gaining his mobility back, discovering it would also help ease his PTSD through the night. Knowing you're there, your weight and warmth protecting him, bringing him back to reality, letting him know he's home, safe and sound.

You wrap your legs around Matthew's waist as you position his cock at your entrance and slip him inside you. You stroke his hair as he sighs deeply.

"You feel so good", he mumbles, half asleep already.

"So do you."

You wrap your arms around his neck, his face nuzzling into your chest. The sound of your heartbeating is also very comforting to Matthew, knowing you're alive and well.

You can feel him occasionally twitch inside you when you run your fingers through his scalp. You rest your head on his, the smell of lavender wafting though your nostrils, from the soap he used as well as the oil he was told to wear to help him sleep at night.

You both start to fall asleep, Matthew still filling you up perfectly like a missing jigsaw piece.

#matthew crawley #downton abbey #matthew crawley x reader #dan stevens #kinktober #absurdthurst kinktober #kinktober 2024 #fanfic

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 2 years ago

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Okay so I know I’m late to this but I just started (thank my dad for that) to watch Downton Abbey and I love it so I was wondering if anyone had any ideas on some fanfics for some of the characters

#x teen!reader #x teen #downton abbey #downton abbey imagine #downton abbey headcannon #headcannon #fanfic #imagine #x reader #downton abbey x reader #downton abbey x teen #Thomas barrow x reader #Tom Branson x reader #Tom Branson #Thomas barrow #Matthew crawley x reader #Mary crawley x reader #Sybil crawley x reader

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 2 years ago

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Worry- Matthew Crawley

Pairing: Matthew Crawley x Reader

Characters: Matthew Crawley

Warnings: N/A

Request: @vanillabqrnes - Hi thee I was wondering if I could have a Matthew Crawley x reader were she is pregnant with his child and he’s really protective/ possessive around her?

Word Count: 569

Author: Charlotte

You had been encouraged from a young age to marry well and find love from there, not the other way around. Your father had arranged your marriage to Matthew and when you met, there wasn’t an initial spark but with time you had gotten to get to know one another, and you did begin to love him. The two of you had a house with land and servants, and there wasn’t a care in the world, at least not until you had been wed for three months and found out you were pregnant.

It had never been a question whether you would have children, it was just when. You had hoped you’d have some time to build your lives together before a child was added to the equation, but you accepted the change in plan and hoped for things to work out. Matthew was excited to have a child with you, but he changed a lot after he found out about the pregnancy.

He only wanted what was best for you and your child, but it took control of him, and he was desperate to make sure nothing bad happened to either of you. It was an out-of-control protection, leaving you barely able to think for yourself, let alone do anything without him panicking that somehow it would lead to harm to you or the baby. You appreciated that he cared but it was becoming tedious.

You started keeping things to yourself, not wanting to worry him more and just holding onto the belief that he would go back to the man you married once you gave birth.

As your due date was nearing, you realised something wasn’t quite right. You were beginning to feel intense cramps in your abdomen but with whatever it was, you didn’t want to let on to an issue with Matthew as it would only result in causing him far more stress. The pains came and went at regular intervals, but you tried to keep them hidden from those around you.

You were sat stitching onto a blanket for the baby’s nursery when the pains hit you again. A groan escaped you, instantly snapping your husband’s attention to you. In an instant he rushed to your side, fear and concern within his eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“They’re just active today,” you winced, trying to smile to him but it was impossible to not show the pain on your face.

Matthew could tell that you were lying instantly. “How long have you been in pain?”

“Since last night,” you admitted.

He let out a huff, more of frustration than anything more, as he rushed to the cord that he pulled to call for a servant to meet you both in the room.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He demanded.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

He returned to your side, crouching down beside you, cupping your cheek in his hand.

“You needn’t apologise to me. I do worry about you both and that is why we are going to call for Dr Clarkson straight away to make sure that you are both fine.”

With his assistance, you managed to reach your feet, just as one of the maid’s appeared in the doorway, ready to be sent to make the call, whilst your husband helped you up to your bed, ready for whatever the doctor needed to do for you.

#Worry #vanillabqrnes #Request #Matthew Crawley #Matthew Crawley Imagine #Matthew Crawley One Shot #Downton Abbey #Downton Abbey Imagine #Downton Abbey One Shot #Charlotte

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rose-edith · 3 years ago

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(3) Your Grandmother the Dowager Countess meets your fiancé Tommy would include:

(Crawley!Reader x Tommy Shelby. Peaky Blinders x Downton Abbey: Crossover.)

•dinner was perhaps something that Tommy and you were most nervous about. Yours and Tommy’s dinners in Birmingham were little more than two courses- a main and a pudding. But at Downton the set up was much more complicated.

•and then there were the wines for each course, and the cutlery and plates and how Carson and Alfred and James would weave around the table delivering platters and the such. You’d done the best to train Tommy in how things worked, but so far all he’d really managed to learn was that with the cutlery you start from the outside and work your way in.

• after you’d rushed through getting dressed for dinner you’d dismissed Bates and helped Tommy to get dressed yourself. He felt uncomfortable in such formal attire, but for you he’d wear a clown suit…so white tie and tails is the least he could do. You’d done your best to make him look like a gentleman, and he carried it off well! But you longed simply for Tommy. Your Tommy, the Birmingham lad that had so easily won your heart and swept you off your feet.

•you were both lucky that your Mother had set the seats on the plan so that Tommy was sat between you and Sybil, with Sybil’s husband Tom on the other side of her. So hopefully Tommy would simply be able to copy your actions and you’d both survive dinner!

•and of course there was the other big hurdle to overcome…your Grandmother, the Dowager Countess of Grantham. You’d warned Tommy that she had a razor sharp tongue, and naturally, upon discovering the engagement of her youngest granddaughter to a working class unknown man from Birmingham her fiery side came straight out.

•she stared coldly at Tommy as he held out his hand to shake hers, so you took hold of his hand in your own and gave it a squeeze. Your Grandmother was at least a little warmer with you, and greeted you with half a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She disapproved of your choice of beau, but she still loved you.

•and then Carson called you all into dinner. To say it was awkward as you all sat down was an understatement! And as per the ‘rules’ of polite society you were left talking to your Mother for the first course, you’d only be able to turn and talk to Tommy when the second course arrived. Fortunately Sybil was easily talking to Tommy, and she managed to make her actions obvious so that both Tom and Tommy could copy her and not put a foot wrong. You couldn’t help but smile at the display…at least until you saw the almost angry look in your Mother’s eyes.

•the first course was painful for you, but from what you could hear conversation was flowing easily between Tommy and Sybil- but as you’d been totally honest with Sybil in your regular letters and phone calls to one another, she knew pretty much everything to know anyway! You were glad at least to have one Ally in the family.

•Carson however was far less impressed with having to wait not only on Tommy but on Sybil’s husband Tom too. But neither man seated at the table commented on the cool service they received, when you could turn to Tommy in the second course you told him to ignore Carson, they’d get used to this new world eventually!

•the conversation at the table did seem a bit stifled and awkward in general, but you did your best to ignore it.

•and ignoring it was going really well until Mary slammed her spoon down and ran from the room crying about an argument she and Matthew had had!

•unfortunately your Grandmother had caught the little nudge you’d given Tommy to get him to stand up as Mary left the room- he didn’t quite grasp the rules surrounding about when to stand and when to sit when people left and entered rooms.

•so while Tom went to Matthew and Cora (your Mother) went to Mary, your Grandmother turned to you and Tommy. She had a twinkling look in her eye as she ‘open fired’ about the alarming lack of basic manners and decency in the youth these days.

•your face went hot and you felt your blood start to boil. You were quite prepared to unleash a tirade against your Grandmother, but Tommy slipped his hand onto your thigh under the table, halting your verbal volley.

•instead he smiled at the elderly woman and nodded sincerely. “You’re quite right Lady Grantham, I’ll be sure to mention those poor manners to some young people if I ever see any., better yet I’ll get my friend Winston Churchill to get basic manners added to school curriculums!” He smirked at her and turned on his charm, if you didn’t know better you’d say that Tommy was flirting with those twinkling eyes. And it had the most extraordinary effect!

•at the mention of Churchill everyone’s ears perked up, and you gave Tommy a warning glance- name dropping was ok, but Churchill wasn’t exactly a friend…

•but then something unexpected happened…your Grandmother laughed! She actually grinned at something Tommy said! So naturally, you couldn’t help but smile too. Granny was absolutely smitten!

• “Mr Shelby, I do believe you’re going to be an interesting addition to the family. But as we already boast a revolutionary chauffeur- sorry,” she held up her hands as Sybil started interjecting about Tom’s new job, “journalist, and we’re soon to include a lawyer in our mix, your social class is hardly the reason why my son disapproves of you. No, it’s whatever hold you have over my granddaughter.” The Dowager spoke and cut off Tommy as he started to say he held no hold over you, the elderly woman just smiled. “Love is the most precious, expensive, costly hold. You’ve won yourself a Crawley girl. Best you look after her heart, and best you don’t steal mine either!” She joked, cooing laughter that had all the ladies at the table smothering smiles. Who knew THE Violet Crawley would fall so readily for the charms of a Shelby?

•you couldn’t help but grin at Tommy, and Granny stared at the picture of love she saw. Tommy still had a lot to prove, but she could see well enough for herself that you were both in love.

•across the table Robert glared at Tommy. He still didn’t believe that this was love, he thought you were too silly and too caught up in the sex appeal the young man had. Little did he know the truth, so he closed his mind to the possibility, and he made a note to get his lawyer Murray to do some background checks on the Shelby’s.

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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!

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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

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

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