Really heartbroken for Jessica Brown Findlay. What an invasion of privacy. Really disgusted with those posting/reblogging her private life. I can’t imagine such violation.
Sincerely hope they find whomever did this to her and the other women, and that those who are responsible are prosecuted. I don’t care how “famous” a person is, her private property is just that: private.
Asked by repmet
It had been five days since the greatest and worst night of his life.
Tom shook his head, refusing the memories that sought to destroy him. His arms tightened around the warm bundle in his arms, the tiny life that now took up so much of his heart.
He knew the nurses whispered about him; here at the hospital first thing in the morning, refusing to leave until the last light of the day slips behind the horizon, giving up the baby only for feedings. But what else could he do?
His two sleeping beauties.
If only a kiss were enough to lift the curse.
The baby whimpered, the hand she’d worked from her swaddle rested against her cheek, her dainty fingers wiggling.
"Are you waking my lovely?" he whispered, knowing she’d be needing her mid-morning feeding soon.
The nurses frowned on it, but Tom felt it was important so he moved towards his wife, her still body, pale cheeks a terrifying reminder of how fragile life was, but the steady rise and fall of her swollen chest the thin line between hope and despair. Gently he began to shift the soft blanket that housed their daughter, his movements still a little stilted as he grew used to handling the newborn.
Carefully he laid the child on her belly, her ear pressed against Sybil’s heart as her body curled in, her legs tucked under her, the reminder of the safety of the womb.
Tom’s hand rested against her back, his palm engulfing the baby, holding her, protecting her as she rested against her mother.
"Please," he whispered. "Please love. Please wake up."
"What’s happening?!" he pleaded as Dr. Clarkson shoved him out of the way.
"She’s having a seizure," the older man bit out, grabbing for his bag, before shouting orders at the nurse.
Tom could only watch, his world collapsing.
The new father closed his eyes, forcing the memory away, swallowing the tears. If only he gotten her to the hospital sooner, if only he had been made aware earlier there was a problem, if only…
They didn’t know when she’d wake up.
If she’d wake up.
He leaned down close to her ear. “Come back Sybil. Please don’t leave me.”
His lips pressed against her brow, his free hand stroking back her hair.
Asked by repmet
Once they were out of the stuffy dining room and in the main hall, the cooler air helped Tom get his bearings a little, and he walked, with Sybil’s support, all the way to the bottom of the staircase before he needed to stop. After grabbing the bannister and putting his foot on the first step, he felt a sudden wave of nausea coming on, almost as suddenly as the dizziness and confusion that he’d felt at the dinner table had done so. He squeezed his eyes shut, but that only worsened the spinning sensation in his head. He opened his eyes again and tried taking several deep breaths.
"Can you make it up the stairs?" Sybil asked quietly.
Tom glanced over at her for a moment before looking down again, trying to focus on keeping the contents of his stomach exactly where the were. Getting sick all over the Crawley staircase was the last thing he needed. These past few days had already been humiliating and trying enough.
After another deep breath, he finally replied, “Just give me a moment.”
Asked by Anonymous
Um, you forgot that Allen looked like this the entire time:
Cause that’s always decent… yes. *falls over*
I will give you that it’s the best part though, Anon.
*lies one floor* why are they so perfect.
- soulmates au
- childhood best friends au
- teacher/student au
- teacher/single parent au
- one night stand and falling pregnant au
- meeting at a coffee shop au
- fake relationship au
- roommates au
- meeting online au
- high school popular kid/nerd au
- partners in crime au
- writer and…
Asked by Anonymous
Not a problem Anon—ooohhh this should be fun as a period-piece!
Kissing complete strangers was not something good, well-bred earl’s daughters were supposed to do.
…And they certainly shouldn’t fall into bed with them! But Sybil never abided rules very well.
I want this. I want this. I want all of this. HOLY FREAK I NEED THIS!!!!!
Asked by yankeecountess
Doing this in The Eagle verse just for you! As you’ve requested a few times, Robert’s reaction.
Sybil should have known that the visit wasn’t going to go well the moment she’d seen the dark stormclouds gathering over Downton Abbey.
They blocked out the sun, making her ancestral home look more like a prison than a place of welcome as they approached in their car. Mary and Matthew had gone along ahead of them, maybe to prepare her parents for the news or maybe hoping that having baby George in the house would make her father less likely to fly into a rage. Sybil had been shocked by Robert’s support when he’d first learned of her pregnancy—after his initial shock and anger had subsided, of course—but now, with the father of her still as of yet illegitimate baby back in the picture for good, she wasn’t sure how he’d react. Would he be relieved? After all, now they could marry quickly and have the whole thing settled, try to minimize the damage caused by gossip. Would he be happy for her? Or would he be angry that once again, something had happened in his life without his knowledge?
As it turned out, Sybil needn’t have guessed. Of course he was angry.
In fact…angry might be an understatement.
"How dare you?" he’d shouted once Sybil had delivered the news to him alongside a tearful Cora (happy tears, at least, thank God). "How dare you show up here like this, after what you put Sybil through? How dare you stand here in front of me—in my home—and smile like that, knowing that you’ve seduced my daughter behind my back!”
"I haven’t seduced anyone!" Tom protested as the child within Sybil kicked out, apparently not liking the sudden noise. "Give your daughter some credit for—"
“He’s probably left a trail of broken hearts in every RAF base from Cambridge to Norfolk. And did Sybil tell you about her family? Did you think that by impregnating her, you could worm your way into my family’s fortune?”
"And then you left her to wait for you, for months, no word, all of us thinking you dead—"
The sky roared with thunder above them, but nothing seemed to match the anger in Robert’s eyes.
"There was no way to get a message to her!” Tom’s temper was rising now too. “Do you think I didn’t try? Do you think it didn’t kill me, knowing every day she was sitting there thinking I was missing or worse—"
“She thought you were dead! And then, right as she’s attempting to put what’s left of her life back together, who should waltz back into the picture but you!”
“Papa, please!” Sybil cried out, feeling sick to her stomach.
“Come on now, Robert, there’s no need to get upset,” Matthew cut in, ever the diplomat. Sybil shot him a grateful look.
“I have every right!”
“Robert, darling, please!” Cora cried, clutching at his sleeve to try to knock some sense back into her stubborn husband. “I know this is a bit of a shock, but don’t be like this. This is a good thing! The father of Sybil’s baby is alive! They’re getting married! Can’t you just be happy for that?”
“No, I most certainly can not!”
“Papa, how can you say such a thing?” Mary demanded indignantly.
“Because as long as he—“ Roberts finger pointed accusingly at Tom—“was dead, there was still a chance that Sybil wouldn’t keep the child!”
No one moved.
Sybil suddenly found it hard to breathe. “Papa…” she whispered raggedly. “You thought—you wanted me to give up Tom’s baby?” She felt Tom’s hand on the small of her back, his free one gripping hers so tightly she feared one of them would break a finger, but she was somehow not comforted by his presence as she usually was.
Robert seemed to lose some of his resolve, as if he too was ashamed of the words he had just let fly out of his mouth. “Now, Sybil, don’t paint me out to be some kind of monster,” he began. Everyone was staring at him now, in horror and shock and—in Mary and Matthew’s case—what looked strongly like revulsion. Even Cora had backed away from her husband, mouth agape, shocked at his outburst. “I was only trying to think of what was best for you—and for the child. Had you really been prepared to raise that man’s baby on your own? Grieving him while having to care for another life at the same time? It’s hard enough for unmarried mothers these days. Could you really have handled that, Sybil? Wouldn’t it have been better to give that child a chance at a real life—“
“My child will have a real life!” Sybil hissed through her tears. “And it would have had one even without—“
“There are so many families that could have given your child a good home—families wanting to start over, families who hadn’t had a chance to have a child of their own. I just thought—“
“That by giving Tom’s baby up for adoption, no one would have ever had to know that I was pregnant? That it was the best way to minimize a scandal? Is that what you thought?”
“Young lady, the world has not changed as much as you seem to think. I was merely trying to look out for you—“
“Until Tom came and threw a wrench in your plans, is that it?”
“No!” she cried out, her voice startling them all as lightning lit up the sky. “I won’t listen to you try to justify yourself! I won’t, I won’t…”
And then she turned and bolted from the room.
With her growing stomach, it wasn’t exactly easy to run from her shocked family, from her poor fiancée who was probably wondering just what the hell he’d gotten himself into. But even with her new body, she still managed to slip out a side door, wanting to hide as far away from her father as she possibly could. She was drenched within moments of stepping outside, but the rain was cool and felt good on her skin as she ran, not knowing where she was going, just knowing she had to get out of there.
She turned to see Tom hurrying out into the storm after her, his jacket spread out over his head to protect him from the rain. He trotted up to her until she too was protected, her nose filled with the scent of wet wool and chocolate on Tom’s breath from the ration bar they’d split in the car on the way up to Downton. “You’ll catch cold,” he said, clearly trying to make you smile. “I can guarantee that the baby doesn’t want his mam to get sick—and neither do I.”
Sybil smiled, but her tears kept coming. She glanced back up to the house and her smile intantly faded away. “I hate him.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes I do, Tom. Why shouldn’t I?”
“Because he’s your da, because he’s had a shock and that can cause people to say things without thinking, and because my Sybil is far too sweet to hate anybody.”
“How can he say those things about you, Tom? About us?”
“We didn’t expect this to be easy.”
Sybil let out a small, strangled sob, and instantly Tom’s arms came around her, letting the jacket fall to the muddy ground. It was harder to embrace him now, with baby in the middle, but she still felt like she fit into his arms perfectly.
“He was so supportive before…”
“Your father doesn’t seem like the type to embrace change, no matter what the kind. I was just a bit more of a shock than he could handle. I know he loves you, Sybil. We can try to win him over, and if not…I’ve told you before, it all comes down to the fact that we love each other. The rest—including your father and his opinions—is detail. You might end up having to burn your bridges with him—”
“Fetch me the matches,” Sybil mumbled into Tom’s chest.
“But I don’t think you will. Don’t you worry, Sybil. This isn’t over. Your mother and sisters are on our side, and Matthew too. They’ll fight our corner, I’m sure of it. We’ll win him over yet.”
Somehow, when he spoke like that, it was easy to believe that anything was possible.
Ooh!!! so good!