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It’s been a while since I wrote anything for Sybil x Tom – but somehow, today, I was inspired to revisit a crossover fic I wrote for them a while ago – in my A Room with a View AU.

Since I missed the S/T fic exchange last Christmas, I’m dedicating this to the whole fandom, especially the lovely @yankeecountess .

Hope you enjoy!  (The image is not mine.)   

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It was the book that did it.

If only Larry hadn’t found it, he would never have felt the need to read it aloud.  With Mr Branson, Tom Branson, reclining at her feet.  Listening to every word, just as she was.

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t thought of it again. The details were clearly etched in her mind, like a pane of stained glass in an Italian cathedral.

The sunshine on her face, the tall grasses rustling against her dress, the song of a bird spiralling down from an achingly blue sky.  His arms around her, his lips on hers, the heat of his body… 

Whenever it came into her thoughts lately, she’d chided herself for being silly.

I’m engaged now.  I’m marrying Larry.  Anything else is… impossible.

And she told herself that was enough.  Had to be.

Until this afternoon.

As she listened to Larry reading the scene set on a Tuscan hillside, she felt a blush racing up her cheeks, her breath catching in her throat, her heart racing in her chest.

She turned her eyes down, but not before she caught Mr Branson looking at her.  He made her feel like a toasted crumpet, spread with the honey of his gaze, a gaze that melted into her very core.

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Bransons headcanon

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[Random medical student] Wow, did you see Game of Thrones last night, Sybil? I’ve spent most of this morning Googling Jon Snow’s a*se.

[Sybil] *faraway look in her eyes, little smile on her lips* Really? I’m not that bothered, I have to say.

[RMS] Are you kidding me?  That guy is so hot, I can’t even…

[Sybil] I get to go home to Tom every night.

*mic drop*

Headcanon 100% accepted!

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Break her promises

A short Annamis drabble inspired by my rewatching of season 2.  Also posted on AO3.

(The lovely gif above was created by doortotomorrow.  Thank you!)

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One chance to be alone with her – and he took it. As she made her way towards the tent’s exit, he put his arm out to stop her leaving, letting his hand come to rest on her hip.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he cautioned.

She dropped her eyes, seeming to acknowledge that he was right. “I will always serve my country. But perhaps this time I was unwise.”

“Foolish is the… better word.”

She smiled, moving forward. “You are talking to your Queen, Aramis.” Her hand came up to rest on his chest, and he wondered if she could feel his heart racing even through his leather doublet.

“I know,” he whispered.

Her closeness, the scent of her, the soft curve of her cheek, sent a wave of intense longing sweeping over him. He fought to resist her, to resist his own desire, closing his eyes with the effort.

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Day 1 – it’s official

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My 31 day writing challenge begins today! I’m going to write something every day of July – even if it’s only 100 words. And I’ll post here every day, although I can’t promise what. 🙂

Today may be a small start though as I’ve just come back from a bucket list style outing – I went hang gliding! A gift voucher from my family for my last birthday after I asked them for an adventure. And it really was amazing!

AWESOME! And good luck with your writing plan!!!!

domestic bliss

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It’s been quite a while since I wrote something new, but this prompt inspired me!

Here’s a new drabble from my Erin go Bragh! AU, which is also published on ff.net.

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You are my home

The key turned smoothly in the lock. Sybil pushed the door open and stepped through it, into a small hallway.

“Tom? Where are you?”

“In here, sweetheart.”

She followed the sound of his voice through to the largest room in the flat. The table over by the open window was set for a meal – embroidered linen cloth laid, mismatched plates and glasses waiting, fresh flowers in a china vase moving slightly with the breeze.

“There you are at last, Sybil. Look, it’s all ready for us.”

She felt Tom’s arms come around her from behind, his lips pressing against the place where her neck and shoulder met, her skin tingling at his touch.

Turning in his embrace, she stroked her fingers along his jawline, resting them on his chin as she leaned in kiss him.

“Thanks to you. Everything looks perfect.”

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Catching up

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It’s good to be back, haven’t been here for a while.

Thanks so much to the lovely people who dropped by with messages while I was away.  It really means a lot that you took the time to check in with me. If I haven’t already got back to you – so sorry! – I will by the end of the weekend.

It’s been quite an eventful start to the year in a lot of ways.  Time for one of my rambles about life, I think.

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HEY YOU!!!!! It’s so good to hear from you, you are missed!

Spring and summer writing plan

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Well, it’s spring in Sydney, the season of new beginnings… I’ve even had my first sight of jacaranda trees flowering, which is a certain sign in this city of the warm weather to come.

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Time to set my writing plan for the next few months!

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I’ve actually done a lot of this, which I am so happy about!  I’ve updated all three of the fics I mentioned, written my fic for the Secret Santa exchange, and I have been pretty good about my early morning writing habit, although I confess it took me a while to get back into it after the summer break.

OK – so this is me saying – the next fic I want to tackle is the Bransons’ wedding in my Erin go Bragh! universe.  It’s something I have wanted to write for a long, long time and I am finally going to do it!  This is a scene that’s already been written by some of our fandom’s great writers, so it’s not a new idea by any means, but I feel I owe it to Sybil x Tom to write my own version, since we never really heard anything about it on the show (along with so many other things).

Wish me luck!

Oooohhhh weddings, you say?  And a WEDDING NIGHT as well!?!?!?

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Just like honey

A new scene from my forbidden office romance AU – Sybil and Tom are on opposite sides of a deal team in the City of London, and if anyone knew they were meeting outside work they would be fired and lose their reputations for good.  But somehow, they can’t stay away from each other… rated M.

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The headrush of her presence was stronger than ever, and he felt the blood racing in his ears as he tightened his arms around her. She pressed herself hard against him, pushing her tongue into his mouth, responding eagerly to his touch. Her fingers tracing patterns on the back of his neck sent shivers up and down his spine. The scent of her, the feel of her, so familiar and yet so mysterious, filled his senses to overflowing.

When their kiss broke at last, he couldn’t let go of her. Leaning her back against the doorframe, thoughts were spinning through his mind… thoughts of taking care of her, sharing a home with her, marrying her. The strongest emotion he felt for her in that moment wasn’t lust, desire, passion. It was love.

Later, when he reflected on it, he realised that there, in that moment, was his point of no return. He knew he couldn’t stop himself, didn’t even want to. The risk of telling the truth was no worse than the agony of keeping his feelings to himself for a minute longer.

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the top of her head, knowing that he was standing on a precipice. About to fall over the edge, into unknown territory.

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I’m dedicating this update to the lovely @mimijag, who has a challenging week coming up.  Thinking of you, my dear!

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Forgive me

This story was written as part of the Sybil x Tom fandom Secret Santa fic exchange, convened by @yankeecountess (thank you for organising it!), for the lovely @mimijag.  Hope you enjoy it and wishing you all the best for the New Year!

This is a missing scene fic, set between episodes 2.03 and 2.04.

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Sybil stepped through the front door and into the glimmering twilight outside. Closing her eyes, she breathed in the freshness of the world beyond Downton Abbey.

She walked away from the house, taking a well-worn path for her towards an area of woodland nearby. A place which had become her quiet refuge over the years, particularly since the War – somewhere to reflect on the day that had passed, to regather her strength for what was to come. Somewhere to be alone.

Except tonight, it seemed she wasn’t alone.

As she walked more deeply into the woods, she could hear singing…

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