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jamiewintons · 1 year

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Last Resort (Thomas Thorne/F!Reader)

Summary: You and Thomas have been friends since you were very young, yet he never seems to notice how you feel about him. One day when you watch him attempt to woo an actually interested lady, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Alive!AU. Childhood Friends to Lovers. Idiots in Love. Jealous/Possessive!Reader. Regency Era. Premarital Sex Acts. Loss of Virginity (for both Thomas and reader). Oral Sex (F!Receiving). Unprotected Sex. Marriage Proposals.

A/N: Another fic for my request event! The prompts from @missielynne were “Thomas Thorne + Jealous/Possessive Sex + Secret Crush”. Once again I can’t actually stick to the prompts properly - things start out fueled by jealousy but they don’t stay that way, haha…

It’s been quite a while since I’ve written anything for Thomas, so I hope everyone enjoys this!

Word Count: 3311

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Your family and the Thorne family had been close since before you were born, owing to the long friendship between your mother and Mrs. Thorne (née Button). You had been particularly close to Mrs. Thorne’s youngest child and only son, Thomas, since you were both children, and had stayed that way into young adulthood.

This close friendship was beginning to become a problem, however.

It must have been in your teenage years when you realised you had started to harbour romantic feelings for Thomas. Thomas, who fell head over heels for every beautiful woman that came his way, but never for you. Did he see you as like one of his sisters? Or perhaps, due to how long you’d known each other, he hardly even recognised you as a woman and simply as a friend? You desperately wished to tell him how you felt, but it was all so difficult. You didn’t wish to ruin the longest lasting friendship you’d had if Thomas didn’t feel anything for you.

But watching him fawn over other women hurt your heart. You’d lost count of how many times he’d confided in you about his deep, loving feelings for a woman who he’d spoken to once. How many times you’d had to listen to the poetry he had composed for them and give him your feedback on it, when all you wanted was for those words to be for you?

But still, you waited, watched, hoping that somehow Thomas would come to the sudden realisation that you love him, leading him to discover that he’d loved you in return all along without realising. Any of the suitable men that your father arranged for you to meet were of no interest to you, because all you could think about was the silly, romantic poet who had stolen your heart without even knowing it.

Your fortunes started to change when you were at a little get together being held by your parents at your family home. Thomas, of course, was also in attendance. You were sticking close to his side, trying not to look utterly bitter as he attempted to woo a young woman who was also attending the event. You couldn’t quite recall her name, but you were sure you’d seen her around before. She was certainly quite pretty; you could see why she had caught Thomas’ eye.

Everything was going normally, until you noticed something quite peculiar. Unlike every other woman you’d seen Thomas attempt to flirt with before, this lady was actually responding positively. She wasn’t trying to brush him off, she actually liked him.

You felt your heart wrench. She was interested in Thomas. Thomas was interested in her. If things went well between them, a proposal might be made. They would marry without you ever getting your chance to let Thomas know how much you adored him. It was a terrifying thing to imagine the only man you’d ever loved marrying another woman. You abhorred the very thought of it, and right away you knew you had to stop it.

When the woman excused herself for a minute, you saw your chance to strike. Grabbing Thomas by the wrist, you began to drag him out of the main room and into the hallway. Everyone had been so busy chatting amongst themselves that none of them noticed either of you leaving. All the way down the hall, Thomas was questioning you and your motives, his voice somewhat high pitched with shock and confusion.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Where are we going?” he asked you, but you didn’t answer him. Words were not enough, this could only be sorted out with actions. Once you reached your bedroom door, you opened it, pushing Thomas inside and then slipping in after him. You quickly locked it with the latch and then turned back to your utterly baffled friend.

Thomas had no time to question you any longer, because almost immediately after the door was locked your lips were on his. You tangled your fingers in his beautiful soft curls, which you had dreamed of touching ever since your teenage years. You kept kissing him for a few moments, until you realised that he wasn’t reciprocating, and your heart sank. Pulling away, you looked at Thomas, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open in bafflement.

This was it. You’d ruined everything. Thomas was just about to tell you that he saw you as a friend, a sister, that he couldn’t be kissing you like this. Or even worse, due to your little outburst, he might feel like the two of you could no longer be friends at all. Of course, the news would quickly spread to your parents when they realised that you and your former best friend were acting awkward around each other, and then—

To your complete and utter shock, Thomas cut off your thoughts by lunging forward, cupping your face in his hands and crashing his lips against yours.

Like Thomas had earlier, you found yourself unable to reciprocate, at least at first. Once you realised exactly what was happening, you were kissing Thomas back with more passion than you’d ever felt in your life. You’d never kissed anyone like this before, then again you’d never kissed anyone before period. As such it was quite clumsy, as Thomas’ tongue found entrance into your mouth, but still it was perfect. You wouldn’t have wanted this with any other man but him.

Your hands travelled down Thomas’ back as the kiss deepened even further, eventually settling on his backside and pushing him against you, feeling something hardening in his breeches even through the fabric of your clothing. You smiled into the kiss, though your knowledge of what went on between a man and a woman behind closed doors wasn’t very extensive, you certainly knew this was a good sign.

A rush of molten arousal flowed through your body at the feeling of Thomas’ erection pressed against you. Your arousal urged you to take things further, to sate your curiosity and the warm tingling in your lower stomach. You don’t feel entirely in control of your actions when one hand leaves Thomas’ backside in favour of slipping between your bodies, gently beginning to stroke his cock through the fabric.

Thomas lets out a shuddering moan at the feeling of you touching his clothed length. Involuntarily, his hips bucked into your hand, craving more of what you could give him. And you did your best to deliver, with gradually faster strokes that had Thomas burying his face into your neck to muffle the sinful moans that he couldn’t stop from slipping past his lips.

“Not yet,” Thomas said, strained, using all of his willpower to pull himself away from you. For a horrifying split second, you thought that Thomas would leave you here, so aroused and without any relief, but those fears were soon alleviated when he began to slowly move you towards your bed. He kissed your lips hungrily again and again, like he just couldn’t get enough of you. “Forgive me for being such a fool. I can’t believe I never realised how you felt about me. Or how I felt about you.”

“You mustn’t apologise, Thomas,” you said, as the two of you hastily began to unlace and remove each other's clothing. Getting Thomas naked was quite easy, compared to removing all of the many layers of your own garments. Both of your clothes are discarded carelessly in a crumpled heap on the floor. “We both know now, that’s all that matters.”

Once you’re bare, Thomas is completely unable to keep his eyes from roaming up and down your body appreciatively. He’d not seen a naked woman in person before - only in paintings and represented in sculpture - but you were far more beautiful to his eyes than any work of art that could be created. His already prominent erection twitched, as he found his mind overwhelmed with thoughts of what he wanted to do to you; to cover your body in kisses, to pleasure you until the only word you could remember was his name, to make love to you endlessly and bring you to the pinnacle of bliss.

Neither of you were quite sure about how or when you ended up on the bed, but it didn’t seem to matter once you were laying on your back against the pillows, gasping as Thomas’ lips and hands trailed down your body and left goosebumps in their wake. Curiously, he groped at your breasts, relishing in how soft they felt in his hands. Then, he decided to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking until it was hardened into a peak. He did the same to the other, making you whine, before he moved on.

Thomas’ kisses continued downwards until he found himself between your spread thighs, face to face with your glistening wetness. He felt an overwhelming urge to taste you on his tongue; though he had no experience with the act himself, Thomas had heard gossip of men driving women wild with arousal by using their tongues to pleasure them. He felt rather ashamed that he had occasionally touched himself to his recollections of those stories he had been told, to imagining a woman whining and writhing beneath him as he licked her sex until she was screaming. Thomas had ached to try it, so he wasn’t going to miss his chance.

Both of you moaned in unison when Thomas buried his face into your cunt, immediately delving his tongue inside of you to taste you from the source. His fingers dug into your thighs as he withdrew from your entrance and began to lick long stripes up the length of your pussy, noticing you seemed to react more when his tongue touched a little nub near the top.

As such, he began to focus all of his attention there. Thomas alternated between licking and sucking, simply following whatever seemed to make you cry out and tug at his hair the most, and he moaned when you did it, which also seemed to enhance your pleasure. You were babbling above him, and Thomas could feel you bucking your hips slightly in time with his ministrations.

“My God, Thomas, I…” You’d never felt like this in your life. You had touched yourself previously, hidden under your blankets in the dead of night, but it had never been like this. It had felt good, but right now you couldn’t even find the words to describe how you were feeling. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to spread your legs wider or clamp them around Thomas' head so his wonderful, glorious mouth would never stop pleasuring you. “Please don’t stop. Please. Thomas!”

And Thomas didn’t stop. He kept lapping at you until all of the tension in your lower stomach finally snapped, and the most incredible feeling of euphoria overtook your entire being. Thankfully you had the sense to take one of your pillows in your hands and press it over your face, to keep you from screaming so loud that everyone in the house heard you. You were practically sobbing, all thoughts gone from your mind other than those pertaining to Thomas and how he was making you feel. He continued until your body went limp, your legs falling down onto the bed in exhaustion.

You opened your eyes as Thomas rose up from between your legs, his lips and chin glistening with your wetness. You beckoned him up to you and as soon as he was within range, you kissed him fiercely, tasting yourself on him and moaning at the thought of the intimate act he’d just performed on you. Once you’d indulged yourself, you pulled back, staring deeply into Thomas’ eyes. “I want you to make love to me, Thomas.”

“W-we can’t, we’re not husband and wife,” Thomas protested, though he made no effort to move himself away from you, and you could feel his cock twitching against your leg at the thought of being inside of you. “It wouldn’t be right, think of your reputation…”

You lift a hand up to tenderly stroke your thumb against his cheekbone. “Thomas, I’ve loved you ever since I was a teenager. I want to marry you, and I think it’s only fair that since you’ve made such a mess of me, you should take responsibility and make me your wife.” You smiled, leaning up to gently peck him on the lips.

“Oh, my dear. I’ve had these feelings for you deep inside me for so long, secret to everyone including myself until today. But now I know they have always been there. Of course I will marry you.” Thomas’ own hand came to stroke against your cheek, smiling and you with such adoration that you never could have hoped to see from him. That promise seemed to be the only convincing that Thomas needed, and after wrapping your legs around his waist, he slowly began to push his cock inside of you.

It was quite the stretch, you felt some stinging which led you to dig your fingernails into Thomas’ shoulder. He sheathed himself inside of you very steadily, both for your sake and his - you needed time to adjust, and he was sure he would meet his end too soon if he sped up even a bit. Once he was fully inside of you his face was pressed into your neck again as he whispered sweet praises against your skin.

“My darling, you feel heavenly,” he groaned breathlessly, kissing gently at your throat between each word. “I cannot wait until we’re married, and I can make love to you every morning and night. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied, feeling Thomas’ breath hitch at your words. You tightened your legs around him, hoping to give him a signal that you were ready. “Please move, I can’t take it anymore.”

Thomas gave a short nod, and then did as you bid him, starting to rock his hips against yours, making you shudder. It felt so incredible to have him inside of you, to have his body pressed completely against yours. To know that he was yours, and you were his.

Your mouths connected again and you explored each other’s mouths lazily as Thomas gently took you, your hands grabbing at his shoulders. The moans you let out were muffled by his mouth, and you did the same for him. Thomas’ hand stroked up one of your thighs, hitching it up higher on his hip which allowed him to reach deeper inside of you.

“I need to go faster, dear, may I?” Thomas asked, remarkably politely for someone in his current situation. You nodded vigorously, looking into his eyes almost as if you were begging him to do so. With your approval, he began thrusting into you more rapidly, making both of your moans come out louder. Even in your compromised state you knew that wasn’t acceptable - you needed to be quiet, regardless of how good you felt- and grabbed Thomas’ cheeks to pull him down into a passionate kiss, allowing you both to swallow the other’s moans.

Thomas’ hands were gripping your hips, squeezing them like he’d die if he stopped. Though he was attempting to keep up with your kisses, his repeated whispers of your name and “oh God” were making his task difficult. You didn’t know that much about your current activities, but judging by how Thomas’ rhythm was faltering and the way his cock was twitching inside of you, you were sure something was about to happen.

“M-my darling, I’m sorry… i-it’s too much…” Thomas stammered, before hastily pulling out of you. You didn’t even have time to question his actions before you felt him spill onto your stomach, panting and struggling to keep himself upright. But he was determined, and unwilling to leave you without a second high. His hand once again moved between your legs, his thumb rubbing against that place which had brought you so much pleasure before. With how sensitive you were, it took you all of a few moments to climax again, shuddering and gasping until you were completely spent.

Thomas collapsed onto the bed beside you, utterly exhausted. After taking a few moments to catch your breath, your eyes fell to your stomach, where he had spilt himself on you. Looking over to Thomas, you then swept one finger through it, before bringing it to your mouth and slowly sucking it off. You heard him take a sharp inhale at this action, his cheeks flushing an even brighter shade of red.

“Dear, you can’t do things like that. I cannot take it, I won’t be able to keep myself from wanting to take you again.” Thomas’ voice was deeper than usual, and you found you really enjoyed the way it sounded.

“Would that be so bad?” you asked him, smiling devilishly, and he leaned over to press a chaste kiss against your cheek. When he pulled away, you could see the barely contained lust still in his eyes, and it made another wave of heat flow through you.

“We shouldn’t, my love. At least not until we’re man and wife.” As much as it pained you to wait so long to have him again, Thomas was completely correct. If you happened to get caught in the throes of passion, or God forbid, you ended up pregnant out of wedlock, it would probably ruin your life. So you would have to wait, but it would be so wonderful once you could be together again.

“So you really do want to marry me, then? You weren’t just saying that to get me into bed?”

“Of course not, what do you take me for?” Thomas gasped, absolutely scandalised, and you could hardly keep yourself from laughing at the expression on his face. “I meant what I said when I—”

“Only playing, Thomas,” you soothed, stopping another famous Thomas Thorne rant in its tracks. You moved over a little closer to him so you were able to rest against his shoulder, smiling yet again when he turned his head to pepper more kisses on your face.

You stayed like this for a while, almost having forgotten about everything outside of the room, including the get together that was currently happening just down the hall. As such, it was quite the shock when you heard a voice calling your name outside of your bedroom door, and you sat up abruptly, your heart nearly stopping. After the initial surprise, you recognised it as the voice of your father. He attempted to open the door, but finding it locked, he ceased trying after a few moments. “Y/N, are you in there?” he asked, and though you knew he couldn’t see you, you felt the need to cover yourself up.

“Yes, Father!” you responded obediently. “I’m sorry I rushed away… I was starting to feel a little bit lightheaded, so I decided to take a short lie down.”

“Do you need for me to call the doctor?” You could hear a tone of concern in his voice, and it made you smile.

“No, please don’t worry! I’m feeling much better now. Please give me a few moments, and I will be right back.” You stood up as quietly as you could, and began to pick up your clothing, wanting to get a head start on redressing.

“Of course.” You could hear his footsteps going back down the hallway, but he quickly returned a few moments later. “Now that I think of it, have you seen Thomas anywhere? He seemed to disappear around the same time that you did.”

You paused in your redressing to turn to Thomas, who had started to get dressed himself, having to stifle a quiet giggle. “No, I have absolutely no idea as to where he might be.”

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ailendolin · 3 months

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for the prompts list: the captain/havers, dance, mistletoe 💖🥰

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Sound of Silence [AO3]

“What a party, sir.”

The Captain nearly jumped when he heard the familiar voice behind him. He’d thought Havers had left like everyone else. Most of his staff, including his faithful lieutenant, had an early morning train to catch that would take them home for Christmas which was why the Captain had volunteered to clean up after the party tonight. He would hold down the fort over the holidays as well – the Germans would not rest so neither would he. It wasn’t like he had anyone to go home to anyway. His whole life was here within these walls, and he liked it that way; even if he sometimes wondered what the walls would say if they could talk – about him, and about the secrets he so carefully kept.

Clearing his, throat he turned around to face his second-in-command. “Havers. I thought you’d be in bed already.”

“And leave you to deal with this on your own?” Havers asked, gesturing at the leftovers on the tables. The soft candle light made the smile on his face even more charming than it usually was. “Never, sir.”

The Captain fought the urge to duck his head and hide from those warm and gentle eyes. “I wouldn’t want you to miss the train tomorrow – well today, I suppose.”

Havers glanced at the clock behind him and laughed – a rare reaction the Captain knew he would think back on over the coming cold and lonely days. “My old alarm clock hasn’t failed me yet, sir. I can always catch up on some sleep on the train later. There’s really no need to worry.”

He said that as if it were so simple – not worrying. If Havers only knew how much the Captain sometimes worried about him, be it when he stumbled during a cricket match or wasn’t back at HQ on time after a practice manoeuvre. The Captain worried about all his men and women, of course, but Havers was his second-in-command and well, he wasn’t ashamed to admit they’d all be quite lost without him.

“In that case – you’ll get the decorations, I’ll clear up the plates?” he suggested.

Havers saluted with a smile. “Yes, sir.”

They worked side by side in comfortable silence for a while. It was one of the Captain’s favourite things about working with Havers – that they could enjoy silences together just as much as intense discussions about military strategy. He’d never had that with anyone before. Usually, conversations tended to peter out into awkwardness for him, especially with subordinates, but Havers had a way of filling those graceless moments with soft smiles and kind words that made the stretching silence not only bearable but even something to look forward to.

“The music choice was quite excellent tonight, sir,” Havers remarked quietly after a while.

The Captain looked up from the half-empty bowl of mushy peas he had just picked up.

“Corporal Norriss has an excellent record selection,” he agreed. He paused when he saw the look on Havers’s face. “How come I did not see you on the dancefloor? Are you not much of a dancer, Lieutenant?”

Havers huffed out a soft chuckle that echoed sadly in the silence. “On the contrary, sir. I love dancing.”

Surprised, the Captain put down the bowl and gave him his full attention. “Then why didn’t you accept Nurse Bernadette’s offer when she asked you earlier? She’s a fine young woman, as you’ve surely noticed, and seemed quite interested in you.”

Was it just the candlelight or was Havers blushing? “Let me rephrase that: I love dancing, but not with strangers.”

The Captain wasn’t sure if Nurse Bernadette could be counted as a stranger. She had been stationed at Button House for as long as Havers had, and he’d seen them share a meal or two together over the last few weeks. Not wanting to argue with Havers, though, he said, only half-jokingly, “Well, I dearly hope you don’t consider us to be strangers.”

Havers blinked at him, looking not only genuinely taken aback but almost distressed at the thought that they could be anything less than friends. “No, sir, I – I would have gladly danced with you tonight.”

That … was not quite the response the Captain had expected. He was glad he was no longer holding the bowl of mushy peas because he was fairly certain he would have let it slip from his shaking fingers at this point.

“Good lord,” he breathed and wished he hadn’t when Havers’s face fell and he turned away from him.

“Apologies, sir,” his lieutenant muttered before he busied himself with plucking more tinsel off the windows. “I think I may have drunk a little more than I should have.”

The Captain, dimly aware of how painfully fast his heart was beating in his chest, knew he had two options now. He could either take the olive branch Havers had offered him and laugh the whole thing off with a, “I think we’ve all drunk a little more than we should have tonight.” Or he could be brave for once in his life and seize this opportunity instead of letting it pass him by like he’d had so many others before.

Seeing the way Havers’s fingers trembled around the tinsel made up his mind. The Captain cleared his throat and said, so softly the words were barely more than a whisper, “We don’t have any music.”

Across the room from him, Havers froze. For the first time since they’d known each other, the silence between them stretched into something tense and nerve-wrecking. The Captain suddenly felt dread pool in his stomach, and he silently berated himself for giving in to temptation like this. Nothing good ever came from being brave, not for people like him, not in situations like this. Not when it meant risking everything.

He was about to apologise and offer Havers a transfer in the hopes he would not report him when Havers took a deep breath and finally turned around to face him. There was a guarded but hopeful look in his eyes. “I believe we can manage without music.”

There was no sir attached to the ending of the sentence like the Captain was used to. This moment, whatever it was going to end up being, would not happen between a captain and his lieutenant. It would happen between them, and the dread the Captain had felt only moments ago slowly turned into something soft and warm that fluttered against his rib cage with surprising and most welcome gentleness.

It felt like a dream when he held out a shaky hand to Havers. Tinsel and leftovers forgotten, Havers crossed the room without hesitation and stepped into his arms. He looked at him expectantly, and with a jolt the Captain realised that Havers was waiting for him to take the first step and lead, just like he always did. Even though they had never held each other like this before, the Captain felt his nervousness fade away as a familiar feeling began to set in. They’ve danced this dance before. Not literally, perhaps, but they knew the steps because they each other; knew when to push and when to give, and their feet followed that tenderly honed instinct without missing a beat.

“I didn’t know you could dance so well,” Havers said after a while, his voice soft and close to the Captain’s ear; intimate.

“I don’t do it often,” the Captain admitted. “My knee, you see? But I do occasionally enjoy it.”

He heard Havers swallow before his voice dropped to a whisper. “Are you enjoying it now?”

More than I should, the Captain thought and resisted the urge to lean back just a little to look at Havers’s face. He hummed in confirmation and closed his eyes, willing this moment to last forever. He was painfully aware that this, right here, right now, was probably the closest he would ever get to happiness, and he knew he had to make the most of it. War was unpredictable. Tomorrow, one of them could be reassigned; a bomb could fall on the house; a training accident could happen. There were so many unknowns in their future that even just thinking of all the things that could tear them apart felt overwhelming sometimes.

But the future wasn’t here yet. There was only soft candlelight and the gentle hum of a long forgotten tune, so the Captain allowed himself to hold Havers just a little closer and savour the feeling of having him in his arms like he’d so often dreamt of before, in the darkest hours of the night.

But even dreams had to come to an end, just like songs and wars. Night had to turn to day, dusk to dawn and eventually, the Captain had to sway them to a stop and open his eyes. Neither he nor Havers moved for several heartbeats.

“Thank you,” Havers said at last, his voice rougher than it normally was. “This was a lovely dance.”

“A dance of a lifetime,” the Captain whispered before he cleared his throat and stepped back. His hands fell away from Havers, and he was mourning the loss of warmth even before he’d let go completely. With a rueful sigh, he looked up but for once, it wasn’t the small, sad smile on Havers’s face that caught his attention but a small, green plant hanging above him.

“You missed one of the decorations,” he said softly.

Havers followed his gaze – and yes, that was definitely a blush colouring his cheeks now. The sight was quite enamouring and endearing, and it made the Captain’s heart ache.

“Sorry, sir,” Havers said and got up on his tiptoes to pluck the mistletoe from its string. He looked at the small plant in his hands for a moment, turned it this way and that before he glanced up again. Determination shone in his eyes, desperate and fierce, and the Captain found himself so captivated by it he nearly missed the apologetic, “It’s tradition,” before Havers closed the gap between them and placed the most loving, gentle kiss the Captain had ever experienced to the corner of his mouth.

“Goodnight, sir,” Havers mumbled when he pulled back, and without looking at him he stepped around the Captain and practically ran for the door.

“Anthony, wait!” the Captain called out, almost too late.

Havers stopped so abruptly he nearly lost his balance. Slowly, warily, he turned around. Their eyes met across the room and the silence that began to stretch between them was heavy with resignation and regret; with knowing this was as far as this gentle moment could go, no matter how desperately they wished for more.

“James,” Havers said – a plea? A promise? And absolution?

The Captain smiled at him sadly. “Merry Christmas, Havers.”

Silent acceptance slowly replaced hope, and it was heart-breaking to see. Maybe, once the war was over …

No, the Captain thought firmly. It was best not to think about or dare to wish for impossible things. They had had this moment, and it had to be enough.

“Merry Christmas, sir,” Havers said at last, his voice quiet and steady, before he gave him one of those small smiles that had drawn the Captain in in the first place. “I will see you in a few days.”

“Don’t forget to give Barry a scratch behind the ears from me,” the Captain said.

Havers’s smile softened into something more genuine and gentle. “Will do, sir. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” the Captain whispered and watched Havers go, mistletoe still in hand, with a heavy heart. When Havers’s steps had faded into the night, he turned back to the bowl of mushy peas and picked it up with trembling fingers, trying not to think about how Havers’s hand had felt against his – warm and rough compared to the cold and smooth surface of the bowl. He knew he should not dwell on it. That touch – that kiss – was more than he’d ever thought he’d get, and he tried to be grateful for it.

But as he went around the room to blow out the candles, the Captain couldn’t shake the feeling that this night would haunt them both for the rest of their lives.

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bunny-banana · 2 months

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extremely embarassing of me to be promoting my f*nf*c on here but if anyone still remembers and cares a lil about this piece....heres an update mwah

#anyway. idk what im doing here but thats nothing new #bbc ghosts #capvers #bbc ghosts fanfiction

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ineffably-homosexual · 7 months

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Relationships: The Captain/Lieutenant Havers (Ghosts TV 2019)

"Before he could talk himself out of it - he’d come all this way, after all - he stepped forward and into the room. Dozens of men in uniform stood around in groups, chatting contentedly about the Allies’ victory. He forced himself forward, never feeling more out of place, straightening his tie absentmindedly. His eyes scanned the room rapidly, searching for the face he’d missed ever since his Lieutenant had left him, more determined than he had ever been before.

And then… there he was."

The Captain returns to Button House, and after some resourceful fraud, finally sets eyes on the man who had refused to leave his mind since he'd left for North Africa years before.

Hello, people in my phone!

I’m back with another horribly autism-infused work - this one’s BBC Ghosts! It is, admittedly, angst with a bittersweet ending, as well as my first time writing proper angst, so I hope you check it out and enjoy! <3

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leftabit-leftabit · 1 year

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Not me naming my first BBC Ghosts Oc “Casper” Just so Mike can ask; “Is he a friendly ghost?”

👻 if you know, you know.

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be-gay-write-crime · 10 months

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Chapters: 3/8 Fandom: Ghosts (TV 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: The Captain/Lieutenant Havers (Ghosts TV 2019), The Captain (Ghosts TV 2019) & Everyone Characters: The Captain (Ghosts TV 2019), Lieutenant Havers (Ghosts TV 2019), Alison (Ghosts TV 2019), Pat Butcher (Ghosts TV 2019), Humphrey Bone's Head, All the other ghosts - Character Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Reunions, Internalized Homophobia, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, The Captain Needs a Hug (Ghosts TV 2019), Slow Burn, Anxiety, The Captain's Name Is Theodore (Ghosts TV 2019), Lieutenant Havers's Name is William (Ghosts TV 2019) Summary:

When Mike and Alison clear the attic, they find a lot of interesting stuff: old Christmas decorations, school books from the early 1900’s, and boxes labelled 3 July 1945. Opening those boxes brings back the ghost of a certain Lieutenant. A Lieutenant who had left Button House 83 years prior without any hope of ever coming back.

Havers comes back to Button House as a ghost and chaos ensues in Captain's head.

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nicks-disks · 1 year

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Strange Way of Life

Summery ★ The Captain is a Sheriff of Button Town, a small old place on the edge of the old West frontier, a town on the brink of ghosting. However, bandits and thieves frequent the settlement to raid the few citizens that reside there, and until another enforcer of the law is able to take his place the Captain vowed to remain stationed. His prayers of replacement get answered once a Deputy finds himself present in Button Town, but when the Captain realises he is an ex-Lieutenant from the Civil War ─ and additionally a soldier who had served under him ─ his previous urgency for departure is abruptly forgotten. Word Count ★ 1,629 Status ★ Un-betaed Contents ★ The Captain / Lieutenant Havers in a very slow, romantic Spaghetti Western that's set in America. Fluffy, short and sweet with probably incorrect historical references. This fic is slightly inspired by the upcoming film Strange Way of Life Warnings ★ There are none, however there is a bit of angst but you can't write these two without a sprinkle of "oh no"

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Those with the whole nine yards scribe laws for those that possess nothing but ones self. The result of that are decrees that are about as helpful as a wheat seed in drought, for under the vast expanse of the Western sky, simple statements that stain those such documents meant jack all. While the papers were neatly filed away and preserved and the ones who wrote them were living exuberantly, many common-folk were unacquainted and unprotected by the legislations, chiefly those facing the newly formed frontiers.

As the sun of the day began set itself below the rippling horizon, parching golden hues were cast over the landscape, ever unforgiving in its heat and heading a heavy warning. A dire chill would soon follow, the Captain gathered as he eyed the skyline. When the glaring light plummeted, so too would the temperature, he had been serving this Old West long enough to deduce its merciful yet subtle exhortations. To head into the heart of the town, he decided, was the wisest corse of action, so he tightly gripped the reins of Barry and gave his steed a gentle graze with the heel of his boot. The horse swimmingly obliged to the command, falling into a gentle trot in the direction of the Sheriff's Office.

Button Town was no glamorous establishment, no, it wasn't established at all. Residents had been steadily vacating to encounter work or wealth elsewhere, and the few that remained were those who had naïvely invested in land or a dwelling. The Captain was one of the sparse few that remained due to his own volition, though no doubt it was still begrudgingly. Work was a point of honour for him, and the Captain found it rather fulfilling. While he would much rather like to prove his worth in more crucial areas of the frontier, he couldn’t leave the citizens of Button Town unattended by the law, not when crime from outsiders was so rampant. His badge proudly flashed and reflected the warm hues of the dying sky right back, imitating the sun in its importance, excellence and grandeur. The Captain polished it every night. The dusty roads ground against horseshoes, while the parts that had been swept up in the breeze attacked the airways and eyes. Getting nearer to the saloon he was able to hear life, cheering from a distance echoed through the hollow streets of the town. He had only visited on the occasion of a complaint, but he knew the owners were kind enough. Two men - Mr Robin and Mr Fawcett - owned the place, they were close friends with the Mayor and her husband too. Admittedly, it was difficult to find someone who wasn’t well acquainted with Mayor Cooper in this locale, but the Captain found it strangely sweet none the less. Fanny Button, the woman residing in the property neighbouring his office, was also friendly with the Mrs Cooper. Mrs Button owned the most well kept building in the nearest hundred miles, which slightly annoyed the Captain as he would’ve liked the title, but he found Fanny to be a good woman and a close friend. Aside from the numerous complains about the town she would file through the Captain, they got along swell.

Passing her establishment, he twisted his hands in the direction of the stable beside his office, intent on allowing Barry a good nights rest with many blankets and a full dinner. He was rather looking forward to his own evening unfolding quite similarly. Carefully swinging his legs to one side, he slid off the saddle and walked with the reins still in his hands, soothing Barry gently while flicking another gaze at the setting sun. It was about six, he noted, it’ll be dark in less than half an hour. Removing the rein carefully from his horses mouth, he led him to the feeding troughs while whistling a simple tune. After he settled him down, he’d be able to retreat to his quarters with a steaming earl grey, his worn copy of A Study in Scarlett basked in a dim and flickering candlelight, and a blanket twice his weight. It was his average evening, but he could never find himself growing tired of such a routine. Monotonous, perhaps, but comfortable, certainly. Excited for his restful night, he looked towards his Sheriff Station, his own personal quarters being a room within the building after all. However, after a brisk glance he had to double take.

His stomach dropped as dread began to pool, the feeling so visceral he had to move a hand on top of his twisting insides.

A window from the office was sharply lit with a searing orange hue, one much like the ones the sun had been vaunting. A silhouette of a figure could be seen slowly traversing the room, seemingly unsure of his direction, or possibly uncertain if anyone was present within the building. The Captain hushed Barry quickly and urged the horse to lay, crouching down while his hand brushing up against his Colt Navy Revolver. A bandit, he thought, one cowardly enough to try and shoot the Sheriff while he was stationed in his office and gearing down for the night. Honest scum these men were, honestly dishonourable. Giving Barry a final pet, he hesitantly rose to his feet to look into the window once more. The silhouette had vanished. His breath hitched itself in the back of his throat.

Creeping outside of the stable, he cautiously scurried towards the entrance door, hand now wholly gripped around the handle of his revolver. His heels deeply imprinted the red sand, though he moved void of sound and full of poise. Carefully moving up to the keyhole, he peered through. The man had seemingly sat himself down atop the Sheriff’s desk, or perhaps he was leaning back against the edge of it. Only his torso and upper legs were visible to the Captain, which was rather inconvenient. They should consider making peepholes higher up on the door. Focusing back in on the intruder, it was made apparent that he didn’t seem to have any intention of theft, or maybe any wrongdoings at all, considering he was unusually still and calm. Really, he seemed to be anticipating something, or someone, waiting patiently and quietly for them to arrive. The Captain caught a glimpse of the gun the intruder brandished, he too owned a Colt Navy. A strange choice for a delinquent if he were to be one, The Captain had only known the firearm to be wielded by agents of the law.

The odd specifics of this intruder had perplexed the Captain, who was now undecided on how to handle the situation. Vigilance would still be necessary, but he was no longer sold on the idea of busting down the wall and firing haphazardly. Gently turning the handle, he carefully pushed the door open and the other man’s head raised in response. Good lord. A moment of shock filled the unmoving air around them, the atmosphere seemingly growing thicker yet lighter simultaneously. “Good evening Sir,” the man stepped forward and held his hand out with a warm smile. “My word Havers,” the Captain blurted, “It’s been far too long,” he hastily took his hand into his own firmly, a welcoming gesture. Havers seemed to agree with the Captain, as his eyes glistened faintly at the admission and his head bowed ever so slightly. They exchanged equally broad grins and genuine shock of the others presence. “I’ve been assigned to this town by the associates in West Horsley,” he explained while the two men swiftly forgot about their intertwined hands, unaware they were still linked, “Though I may just be a Deputy, I’m willing to assume your role here if you so wish to return to the head office.” Haver’s disarming smile made it incredibly difficult for the Captain to disguise his conflicting values, the other man had noticed the flash of contorting expressions. He had rather often considered leaving, of course the Captain did, but now he felt as though he couldn’t. This was an avenue to something, a friend, a close one. They had already known each other, they had known each other so well during their serving. Not to mention if he did depart, he’d lose the friends he might have already made, those citizens he protected with his life and had begun to grow fond of. Leaving would mean giving up the routine that had become his unbroken existence. Truthfully, he had become accustomed to it, maybe more than so, as he couldn’t find it in himself to give up such a way of life. “…Perhaps I’ll stay. I’m fond of this town, and it would make it easier on you if you had a superior to file all such paperwork,” he quipped, unsure where it came from but delighted when it got a chuckle out of Havers. “Sounds brilliant, Sir, however you may have to teach me the formalities of such a job,” he confessed, slightly abashed, “I’m only familiarised with the work we completed together during the war,” A familiar warmth seeped into his bones as a gave a soft smile, Havers not hesitating to mirror it with his own.

”Of course,” The Captain said sweetly, as their hands finally and absentmindedly unlaced and withdrew from one other. He finally looked Havers up and down, having not seen him for so long let him almost forget the small peculiarities he had once dote upon for many hours. Oh, how delighted he was to start working with someone, oh how thrilled he was to see Havers, and how enlivened he was to express his adoration. What he had no comprehension of, was that the other man was thinking precisely that.

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lesliesknopes · 5 months

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Her happy smile

alison cooper & mia cooper | gen | 1K (complete)

It was only when she came across a picture of her parents, lying pressed between two pages of an old interior decorator brochure, did her young mind begin to put the pieces together. In the photo, her mother and father were standing side by side in front of Button House Hotel, with her father’s arm wrapped around her shoulder and pulling her close. They looked happy and when Mia held the picture up to her face to examine it even closer she wondered if she had ever seen happiness like that on her mother. She was happy when Mia painted her a picture with her name signed in the corner. She was happy when Mia won the hundred-metre sprint and got a plastic medal with a sticker to prove it. She was happy when Mia announced she got the part of Mary in her nativity play. But this was a different type of happiness. Not more or less than these instances, but different. OR eight year old Mia discovers a photo of her mother and she wants to bring that smile back on her face.

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purelyapocryphal · 2 years

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Land to Light On has a new chapter!

There are feelings. Many of them.

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huxs-waifu · 2 years

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Vote for my next Fic post!

i have so many fanfictions half written or chapters to post help me decide what to work on next !

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hansdoespython · 1 month

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that cricket report from the Ghosts: The Button House Archives book and audiobook.

#genuinely an incredibly insane thing to do of him #he just starts writing fanfiction in a military report!!#bbc ghosts #ghosts: the button house archives #bbc ghosts book #bbc ghosts the captain #the captain #bbc ghosts james #ghosts 2019 #ben willbond #anthony havers #lieutenant havers #havent seen this entire thing on tumblr yet so here it is #capvers

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lovesclinic · 5 months

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THEIR TOY┊synopsis: konig and ghost make you their little toy

✧˖*°࿐ konig x ghost x fem!reader

warnings: so many things... sex.. tired..

Ghost, still masked, chuckled darkly as he watched the fear in the girl's eyes. He moved closer, his hips grinding against her ass, his bulge pressing against her sensitive flesh through his pants. "Now, now," he purred

his voice deep and commanding. "We're not like those puny men who've had the displeasure of touching you, sweetheart. We'll show you how it feels to be truly filled."

"Now," Ghost said, "we're going to take it nice and slow, showing you what it feels like to have your tight little pussy stretched to accommodate our size." Ghost slid one of his hands down to your crotch, gently teasing your sensitive clit.

Ghost's fingers found their way inside your soaked pussy, exploring your tight walls. He growled in delight as he felt you clench around his fingers. "You're so tight," he purred, "I can already tell this is gonna be a real treat."

As König moved behind you, his thick cock slid easily against your wet folds. He chuckled darkly, his hips grinding against your ass cheeks. "You're so ready for us," he whispered huskily into your ear. "

Meanwhile, König stepped closer, his hard cock grinding against your lower back. He chuckled darkly, "We're going to make sure you scream our names, sweetheart."

First, we're going to get you nice and wet," Ghost said, sliding his other hand down to your round ass.

As one, they began to thrust into your body, their movements synchronized. Ghost's fingers continued to probe and tease your sensitive spots within, while König's cock pistoned in and out of your tight entrance.

Both men moved in sync, their hands working together to stretch your tight pussy. Ghost's fingers thrust deeper inside you, seeking out your G-spot while his tongue teased and lapped at your sensitive folds.

The room filled with their harsh breaths and moans of pleasure. Your body was being used as their personal plaything, your cries of mixed pain and arousal fueling their lust.

"We're not going to stop until we've both taken your cherry," König growled, "together." And with that, he slid his massive cock past your resistance and into your tight pussy.

You couldn't help but moan and whimper as they took you like this. Their size stretching you and filling you up. They were relentless, their hips grinding against yours as they took their time.

König's other hand moved to grope your ass cheek, squeezing it roughly before sliding down to spread your ass cheeks apart. His thick cock pressed harder against your lower back, teasing the entrance to your ass.

"Yes, just like that," Ghost growled, "let us take turns filling you up." König's words were enough to make your pussy clench around his invading cock. As one they began to thrust harder, faster, their cocks stretching your holes to their limits.

“Princess," König called you, his voice thick with lust, "you're ours to use as we please. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" He leaned down, his hot breath fanning across your neck.

"You're so fucking tight," König groaned, "but you take it so well." Ghost echoed his praise, grunting in pleasure as he filled you up. Their pace sped up, their hips slapping against your ass and thighs.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Ghost warned, his fingers tightening around your clit. You couldn't help but cry out in mixed pleasure and anticipation.

Their moans became more frenzied and loud as they both reached their climaxes. Your walls pulsed around their cocks as they both shot their hot cum deep into your awaiting bodies. You screamed out their names as they each filled you to the brim with their seed.

That's a good girl," Ghost whispered in your ear, his voice dark and filled with satisfaction. "Now clean us up," he ordered, pushing you to your knees.

Such a dirty little slut," Ghost praised, "but we love it." He leaned down and placed a kiss on your sweaty forehead. "You're ours now," he whispered in your ear.

And we're not going to let anyone else touch what's ours," König agreed, his voice low and menacing. He wrapped an arm around your chest, pulling you close. "Now, let's get some rest so we can enjoy our new toy even more tomorrow."

You opened your mouth and took one of their cum-covered cocks into your mouth, cleaning it with your tongue. Then you closed your eyes as you took the other cock into your mouth, sucking and slurping the sticky, salty fluid off of it.

You nodded weakly, too tired and sore to argue. You knew they were right; you were theirs now. They'd taken every inch of you, and marked you as their property.

That's a good girl," Ghost praised, running his fingers through your hair. "Now stand up and show us how much you enjoyed that." You rose to your feet, feeling slightly unsteady on your legs.

“Come on, sweetheart," König said, pulling you up from the floor. He wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you close. "We have plans for you."

“Walk," König commanded. You obeyed, swaying your hips as you walked towards them. "Now bend over that table," Ghost ordered, gesturing to a nearby table.

Both men looked down at you, their cocks still hard and leaking pre-cum. "You're going to feel even better this time," König warned, grabbing your hips. "Be prepared." Ghost moved behind you, positioning his hard length at your entrance.

As you reached the table, you bent over it, presenting your ass to them. "Very good," Ghost complimented, slapping your ass cheek gently. "Now spread your legs wider." You complied, feeling their hands on your inner thighs, pushing them apart.

With a single thrust, they penetrated you together, filling you up with their heat and size. You gasped, feeling them stretching you wider than ever before. They began to move together, their rhythm syncing perfectly—one pushing forward, the other pulling back.

You belong to us now," Ghost growled into your ear. "You'll never forget this night." As they continued their brutal lovemaking, you realized that you wouldn't forget it even if you tried.

Your body was pushed against the cold wall behind you, accentuating the rough, intense fucking you were receiving. Your moans echoed in the room as their hands roamed over your body, pinching nipples, slapping ass cheeks.

Their hands roamed over your body, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. Their cocks pistoned in and out of you, hitting against your G-spot and making you moan.

You couldn't believe how far they were moving together. Your walls clung to their cocks, milking every last drop of their cum. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, they both orgasmed at once, filling you up with their hot liquid.

“You're ours now," Ghost whispered into your ear. "And we're going to enjoy every single inch of you." He leaned in and kissed your neck, nipping at your skin. You couldn't help but shiver with anticipation.

The room echoed with the sounds of their brutal fucking—moans, grunts, slaps against skin. The scent of sweat and lust filled the air as they took you roughly, claiming you as their own.

You were about to reply when König, suddenly picking up the pace, began slamming into you harder and faster, reaching around to grope one of your ass cheeks. The heady mix of pain and pleasure coursed through your body as they took you roughly against the wall.

As they climaxed together, pushing you both over the edge into blissful oblivion, you felt an incredible sense of connectedness with them—a unity that transcended mere physical pleasure. You moaned their names as their cum filled you up, marking you as their own forever.

That's it, baby," Ghost growled, "take it all." His cock throbbed inside you as he reached around to pinch your nipples, making you cry out in ecstasy. "You like this?"

You couldn't reply as you felt König's thrusts becoming deeper and harder. His hips slapped against yours, driving him even deeper inside. The sensation was intense; you could feel every ridge and vein on their massive cocks stretching you to your limit.

With a deep, sensual moan, you nodded, unable to form words. The sheer force with which they were fucking you made it impossible to think straight. You could feel your orgasm building rapidly, ready to explode at any moment.

Come for us," Ghost demanded. And you did. Your body shook violently as you climaxed around them, your inner walls contracting and pulsing around their cocks.

That's it," König praised, feeling you tighten around him. He pulled out first, spilling his hot seed all over your belly. Ghost followed soon after, unloading his load onto your back.

Both of them panted heavily, their chests heaving up and down. They shared a satisfied smirk, their eyes filled with lust and triumph. "Now that's what I call taking control," Ghost said, his voice thick with desire.

"Indeed," König agreed, reaching down to stroke the cum off your belly. "You're quite the responsive one, aren't you?" He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "We'll have to make sure we keep you in line from now on."

As they cleaned up and straightened their uniforms, the two policemen exchanged a knowing glance. The sight of you, broken and broken beneath them, filled them with a sense of power and domination.

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