For broadwaybaggins a birthday gift (sorry for the really bad manip. My sinus infection has moved to my chest and I’m just about a sick mess)
"Fairy tales are just stories," Sybil Crawley insisted. "Fanciful tales meant to scare children into doing the right thing."
The Irish rapscallion grinned at her, not at all afraid of the magic wand she held against him. She didn’t know how to use it.
"I do so enjoy being bound up by a beautiful woman," he said, thoroughly enjoying the flash of irritation he saw in her clear blue eyes. He’d been irritated when this small, weirdly dressed girl had gotten the drop on him, but he could see the way her hand shook, knew the vulnerability that came with fear.
"Look," she snapped. "I don’t care what you enjoy. All I want is to know where I am and how to get home. I want out of this nightmare. I don’t know what’s going on, I’ve seen things…things that can’t possibly happen. I just want to go home."
"I can’t tell you what I don’t know," He said lazily.
Sybil scowled. “Who are you?”
"Captain Tom Branson, at your service m’lady. I’d bow but I’m a little tied up at the moment."
Sybil ignore his cheek. “How do I get back to London?”
Tom’s face went hard. “Londontown?”
"You know it," Sybil accused.
Tom’s mind went back to the stories, the legends.
He eyed her, something pulling him to her. He was always drawn to danger.
"Not really," he answered, his tone light, his apprehension now carefully buried beneath his rakish grin.
"Why don’t I believe you?"
He shrugged. “All I know is that the only way to that kingdom is through magic.”
"Magic isn’t real," Sybil insisted. "I’m sick of the crazy place. I’m just a nurse who wants to get the hell out of here. And you’re going to help me."
Tom laughed. “Oh my dear, I’ll help you…for a price.”
He could see her growing angry, frustrated, and for the first time he noticed the wand in her hand. The tip began to softly glow, a faint pale light, hard to see in the sunshine.
"How—" but he stopped.
She couldn’t be.
Could she? This unusual stranger?
Branson wasn’t stupid. He’d not made his fortune by playing it safe.
"My father has money," she declared, unaware of the growing power at her fingertips.
"I’ll help you," he said slowly, wanting to keep her calm. Grateful to see the light die.
He wasn’t sure if she was who he thought she was, but one thing he did know: if she was, the queen was offering quite a reward for her head.
A Fairy tale AU where Sybil wakes up in Fairy tale land and the pirate Captain Tom Branson promises to help her return home, but Sybil’s place in this new world seems so much more than happenstance. And Tom Branson remembers the prophecy of old.
Happy Birthday BB!
Dammit, I accidentally read canon fic.
Sending fluffy Branson AU thoughts your way:
She sat dozing in the bath, eyes closed, her hair a water mess he knew he’d help her dry before bed. “Alright love?”
She nodded, eyes still closed. Taking a deep breath she reached for him, her wet skin sliding against his as their fingers entwined.
He sat on the floor next to the tub, her hand still in his, using his other hand to loosen the top of his tie. It’s been a long day at work, missing his tiny family, his wife and little girl.
He only had two good suits really, the third he’d only wear under emergency laundering circumstances—which seemed to happen too often as he and Sybil still struggled at times to find a balance between domestic responsibilities and professional duties—but he didn’t care about how sitting on the floor would rumple his clothes. He just want to be with her.
They sat quiet for a moment, and Tom was actually concerned that she’d dozed off again, when her blue eyes finally opened, a small lazy smile on her lips.
"Hi," she whispered.
Tom couldn’t help the answering smile. “Hi.”
She gave her hand a tug, indicating she wanted him closer, bringing him to his knees. Carefully wedging his tie between himself and the side of the bath, he leaned over her, his lips meeting hers in tender greeting.
"You waters gone cold," he offered, feeling no heat.
Again she nodded, a sigh falling from her. “I know, I just haven’t quite worked up the energy to pull myself up.”
Tom smirked. “Did your darling daughter run you ragged today?”
She laughed, her arms going up to accept the hands that were now gripping her upper body, his strength pulling her to feet, the water giving a loud swoosh, objecting to such a disturbance to it’s once tranquil stillness.
Tom grabbed one of the monogrammed towels the Dowager had given them—the fluffiest thing Tom had ever seen in his life—and wrapped her up before helping, practically lifting her, over the side of the tub.
Even after her feet settled firm on the ground she leaned into him, neither caring as she damped the front of his shirt and trousers.
"It’s definitely your child’s fault," she said, looking up at him as he cocooned her in his arms. "But not Saoirse"
It was Tom’s turn to nodded, his fingers locking together on her back, allowing her head to cradle against his forearm, making it easier for her to see his face.
Then he froze.
His brow knit as he thought about her words.
He paused, giving his head a little shake.
"Wait, if not Saorise then—"
Sybil had the audacity to shrug before snuggling in further against him, her eyes closing again as she lazily breathed, “It seems baby number two is going to be even more trouble than the first.”
Tom’s breath caught in his chest, the cheeky smile on his wife lips enough to remind him that parents didn’t have much time to be shocked, and with a loud whoop he scooped her up into his arms.
"Oh you clever girl," he laughed.
She loved him, and he loved her, and Tom had since learned that it’s all in the details.
I have an idea for the Spy AU and I have an update for A Fool’s Errand half written and I know exactly what I want to do with the next chapter of A Hard Sacrifice, but then wound up with no time to write tonight.
Now I’m too tired.
It’s so frustrating!
Yesterday and today, when I’m on Tumblr, the notifications pop up when someone reblogs something or likes something I’ve posted, only they are things I’ve never posted! And these things aren’t showing up in my Activity feed. It’s really freaking me out.
Asked by Anonymous
Aw! Thanks anon! I’ve had some family obligations (My oldest turned 8, which is an important birthday for us ^_^) and I wanted to get Angie’s bday present done, but I have the updated started and hope to have the chapter finished and posted in the next few days.
How about a little teaser?
Something in her face as she’d turned to follow the doctor had reminded him of that cold, collected Sybil, and he felt a moment of unease. That unease grew as he watched Dr. Turner motion for the Head Nurse to follow him.
Sybil glanced over her shoulder, her eyes catching his, just before the trio stepped out of the busy hospital floor and out into the hall.
Something told him the events two days previous were finally catching up to them.
Thanks for asking!
The motor shielded them from the road, though she doubted anyone passing wouldn’t recognize the Earl of Grantham’s car. Yet she couldn’t wait, she had spent the day preoccupied, distracted, not at her best.
She was going to do it.
She was going to tell him.
She turned suddenly, her hand moving to his arm, gripping the firm strength beneath the thick fabric that always left him a little sweaty in heat like this. His eyes were soft as a rough hand came to cup her cheek.
“I’m so sorry my darling; I didn’t know you were ill.”
She looked away.
“If only it were that simple,” she said softly.
“I’m not ill…at least I don’t think I am.”
*An update for angiemagz! Happy Birthday!!! You are amazing!
I made this to thank everyone who wished me a happy birthday! I love this fandom!! You guys rock!
OMG, you’re really the QUEEN of manips ! Thank you ! I’s just the photoshoot we never get. I hope you had a great day. x
Well, I’m done. Perfection has been achieved before breakfast is even finished! Today can only go down hill from here. ;)