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[dabiconcordia]

We went berrying this morning

Can’t get enough of this It’s too much or much too little…

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[fidjiefidjie]

🫖 🍵 Tea Time ! 🍪 📖

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#gif animé #butteryplanet #tea time #thé #heure du thé #tea #cookies #goûter #book #livre #fidjie fidjie

[altri-menti]

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#butteryplanet #coffee #books #✓ #kitchen ghosts

[newblvotg]

#kitchenghost #kitchen ghosts #butteryplanet

[cumuluslife]

#cinemagraph #butteryplanet #autumn aesthetic #coffee #september #colors

[misterlemonztenth]

12-03-23 | source: butteryplanet. misterlemonztenth.tumblr.com/archive

#misterlemonztenth #repost #humor #.gif #butteryplanet #magic #candle #floating #book #old

[sanerontheinside]

soup?

soup

#kitchen ghosts #butteryplanet #soup #good_soup_adam_driver.gif

[dabiconcordia]

" I cook with wine, sometimes I even add it to the food." ― W.C. Fields

#w.c. fields #food #wine #butteryplanet #via pinterest.com #funny quote

[my-beloved-fandoms]

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[blake-sherry]

Порекомендуешь свои любимые блоги пожалуйста? ищу интересных людей и блоги

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[peacelovinguniverse]

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[evita-shelby]

The Maid

Gif by @butteryplanet

Requested by the Finn Anon

Reader is a young Arrow House maid who sort of becomes Eva’s friend after becoming cursed

You had entered service in the big house since you were eighteen and your mother surprised you with a job offer as housemaid at Arrow House.

The Shelbys were strange people with a dangerous background. Here discretion was rewarded, and loose lips punished severely.

Still, as odd they were and the things they did, the job was good.

The pay was generous and the benefits good enough to feign blindness, forgetfulness, and deafness.

But then you met Kieran, Kieran who was twenty-two going on twenty-three and came from Ireland. He had been hired as a mechanic to maintain the family’s vast collection of cars.

He was handsome and sweet and a liar.

Kieran had been sent here by the IRA and helped kill Mrs. Gray, Mr., Gold and one of Mr. Shelby’s boyhood friends. Two months ago.

Kieran had been dragged to the stables by gruff Mr. Arthur, cold Mr. Shelby, funny Mr. John and sweet baby-faced Mr. Finn and never to be seen again.

None of them looked alive then and even now Mr. Shelby struggles with his loss even after Mrs. Shelby announced her pregnancy.

A new baby always put him over the moon, but this time everyone just whispered about how defeated he looks when he is alone with his wife.

He had been using you, or so Frances had explained softly. Used you to keep a cover and spy on the Family by the people who killed Polly Gray.

He said he really liked you and hoped to take you to Dublin with him once he had enough money, but that had been a lie.

Kieran had a woman in Ireland, a woman he sent letters to every fifteen days and was having his baby. You were just a stupid maid he had fucked on the leather seats of Mr. Shelby’s favorite car.

And yet Kieran wouldn’t leave.

He followed you everywhere, his death rattle just over your shoulder, him covered in blood standing behind you in the mirrors.

“You should ask the lady of the house about it, you know she is a real witch, right?” Rosa, the maid whom you shared duties and a room with whispered after the night terrors woke up again.

Mrs. Shelby was a witch, a real one. And yet, Mr. Shelby looked at her like she was an angel from heaven.

Kieran had joked and said she had put a spell on her husband, how else could a man like Thomas Shelby be such a devoted husband and father?

She was a lovely woman, Mrs. Shelby. Odd but lovely, Mr. Shelby was fond of saying she was his better half. Fond of cursed things like him.

Mrs. Shelby was a witch, a real one. And yet, Mr. Shelby looked at her like she was an angel from heaven.

“Come in, Y/N.” her accented voice said sweetly before you had even knocked on the door of her sitting room by the greenhouse.

“I confess, I’ve been expecting you, I felt a malignant chill when you were helping me yesterday and I have been worried about you.”

You had told Kieran about how terrifying you found it, how you crossed yourself every time you passed by it and yet, now that you are in here, it is welcoming in its odd and mysterious way.

Much like the rest of the house it was in dark and yet unlike the rest of the house it had its magical feeling cranked up to fifty. There was an elegant cupboard filled with jars of herbs and potions, a liquor shelf with only single serving bottles that didn’t match and a large painting that terrified you.

Witches giving Satan children to eat.

They had strange tastes and you had thought the large naked painting of her they kept in their bedroom behind velvet curtains was outrageous.

“I think I am cursed.” You say quietly as you avoid looking at the painting behind her and focus instead on the pattern of the Persian rug underneath your feet.

Mr. Shelby had shown up with it one day, said he’d stolen it from a hotel in America, but Mrs. Shelby had just shaken her head and whispered the truth to you. He’d bought it after visiting the shop of a man from the middle east.

“You are, Kieran believed you had turned him in to my husband and he cursed you, but don’t worry, Y/N, I know how to break curses.” She doesn’t beat around the bush and says it all as if she were talking about a stain on a dress or a scuff mark on a shoe.

“I’ll need you to sleep in one of the quest rooms tonight, just to play it safe.” The witch stands up and goes to a drawer and takes out a black taper candle and grabs the small jar of pink salt on the counter. “Just in case any of its evil aura lingers afterwards.

She then gets a glass bowl, places the candle at its center and fills it up until just some part of the tip is left dry.

“Lie down on the sofa and close your eyes.” She orders softly as she puts the bowl on a side table, adds salt and lights the candle.

And you do as you’re told; you lie down on the soft couch worth more than all you’ll ever have and close your eyes.

It is soothing, in an odd way. The same odd way that little Miss Diane always knows when someone needs a hug or words of praise.

“Now I want to visualize a ray of light going into the water in the bowl and filling it up with pure white light.” Her voice is soothing as was the faint smell of black cherries.

She begins chanting or praying in that strange language you’ve heard her use before.

You haven’t had a good night’s sleep since January, you only hope you don’t fall asleep here.

And yet you do, or at least it feels that way when you hear the candle fizzle out.

She looks winded, there’s a sheen of sweat on her forehead that she dabs away with a handkerchief with a black E and T monogramed on its corner. “You should be fine now, Y/N, he was tough fucker to get rid of, but he’s gone and won’t haunt you anymore, kid.”

After that, you are less scared of your employers and you think she lieks you because the next morning Frances gives you the keys to the sitting room you were in.

No one is allowed in there to clean, that you’d be given such a privilege is unheard of and a mark of trust.

And sure enough Mrs. Shelby gives you free reign to tidy up her private sitting room.

She likes it here when her husband is away or the new baby makes her too tired to go upstairs to the master bedroom.

And she gets bored easily too, so bored she begins talking to you as if you were a new acquaintance and not her servant.

“When I was your age ---spirits, I sound so old--- I infiltrated a woman’s house as a housemaid, you know.” She says as she plays some music by a Mexican singer, one she likes above all the rest. “She was a cruel woman, I saw her beat a maid to death because she was pregnant with her husband’s bastard, another for supposedly stealing from her and she once hit me with a whip because her husband wouldn’t stop leering at me.

I was relieved when she overdosed on a sleeping tonic and killed herself when her estate was surrounded by rebels.”

You have no idea why she says this too you, but you heard that most of Mrs. Shelby’s stories were strange.

She and Mr. Shelby had difficult lives and were plagued by nightmares. You wouldn't know it by the looks of them.

"I'm sorry to hear that ma'am, but if it makes you feel better, I am glad I work for you and not a woman like that." You say honestly.

"I pray I never become that." Mrs. Shelby tells herself as she sips her ginger tea.

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[pepperpottsandcompany]

I'm done with University!🥳

Hello all! As a lot of you know, the last 3 years, I have been at University, doing a Creative Writing degree.

Well, as of last night, when I turned my final assignment in, I am done with it! Oh, I'm starting a part time Master's degree in September, but my Bachelor's degree is finished!

It was been an absolutely delightful (if a tad stressful) and I have had so much fun, and made so many friends.💖

So yeah. Apart from some shifts at work, I have roughly 4 months of freedom with no uni work to distract me from finally watching shows and movies and writing my fanfics! So whoopee!

Anyway, thank you for everyone's understanding at me not posting things as much as I want too or writing as much, but hopefully, during this period of freedom, I can get some more stuff done, and start up my Woman of the Week posts again!

Rebecca. x

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#uni is done #writing time #back to woman of the week posts too #yay!

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