#edith x lucille | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

muddyorbsblr · 5 months

Text

the final Lady Sharpe part 4: something to look forward to

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: @ellooo0ooo

Summary: You and Edith make significant progress on your mission to put Lucille behind bars; Thomas makes a confession before you go to sleep

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: ghosts; a lil bit of steam [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Reader & Thomas are married; more pining; simp Thomas

The ink had dried enough on the final document you were working on duplicating for tonight that you could group them together and place the original papers back in Lucille's hiding place. Tomorrow morning if ever she were to check on them, she would be none the wiser of what had been transpiring over the last two weeks. You repeatedly clenched and unclenched your fingers, trying to get some feeling back into them after writing with barely a pause for break over the last few hours.

"Tomorrow we'll be done with all the documents," you whispered into the silence, feeling Edith's presence nearby as you made your way to Thomas' workshop. "I'll need you to show me where the phonograph cylinders are hidden, and if you know which one has Lucille's demented confession…"

"I'll show you the way," she confirmed. "And I'll make sure that none of the more…how do I put this…bloodthirsty spirits don't touch you. They tend to be a bit overly protective of their turf."

"The what?" You froze in place at her mention of bloodthirsty spirits. You had enough of a fright when you'd first "met" her and Enola, you might not survive encountering their less agreeable companions. The feel of someone nudging you from behind had you moving down the corridor again.

"Don't you worry about them, Y/N. I'll do my part to keep them away, explain to them that you're our friend, and you'll put an end to Lucille's lifelong murder spree. It might take time for them to fully understand, but they will."

Once you crossed the threshold to Thomas' workshop, you heard the exaggerated groan that belonged to your fleeting husband. Checking the candle in your hand, there was only about a thumb's worth left.

"Right on schedule," Edith remarked before you felt a nudging sensation on your shoulder. "You know he must really care for you if he's willing to endure being with her for the sake of your safety. Before she made him go back out into the city to find a new wife--well, a new victim, he looked gaunt. Almost like he found his life grotesque. Then he came back here with you and…there was color in his face again. Like he's allowed himself to live while he wooed and married you. There's a happiness in him when he's with you that I only ever saw glimpses of back when I was--"

Her words fell dead, but you had a feeling you knew what the sentiment was. Back when I was alive. Back when I was his wife.

"Why Miss Edith Cushing, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were playing matchmaker with your ex-husband and his current charlatan of a wife," you mumbled, trying not to look to deeply into her words, her testimony of Thomas' time before you. You were already having enough trouble keeping your affections for him at bay whenever he engaged in your routine of a kiss to cap off the night, marking yet another rung on the progression ladder. Lucille's incarceration becoming ever closer.

You decided to hide the duplicated papers in between the pages of his sketchbook, thinking the chances were slim that Lucille would look into them since he only kept concept art of the toys he wished to work on within it. Flipping through the pages to evenly distribute the additional papers, you found a set of sketches that had absolutely nothing to do with toy designs.

The last few pages that he'd worked on in the journal were filled with sketches of you. Some depicted you asleep, others as if the image he had in mind was of you next to him at the dining table. And a full page that showed the bedroom you shared with the baronet, you perched on the edge, a light wash of orange painted on the page, like the scene was illuminated by firelight.

That was the day you arrived at Allerdale Hall. The fleeting moments of desirous bliss you had before reality came crashing down on you.

"You say this marriage is all an act for you both now, but it doesn't look that way. Not from where I'm standing…well, floating." Both of you shared a chuckle before she posed a question at you. "Y/N something I noticed at night when he makes his way back to you…there's an excitement in him, as if he can't move fast enough."

"I--I didn't know about that part," you answered her in hushed tones as you made your way to your shared bedroom, maneuvering the barely moonlit halls with what little candlelight remained. "I usually try not to look at him before we sleep. I fail, of course, but I make the effort. Granting his request for a kiss after he washes the night off of him was already a miscalculation on my part--"

"Completely understandable miscalculation," she quipped, managing to quietly open the bedroom door wide open. "Far too handsome for me to even think of knowing any better back then."

"My thoughts exactly," you mumbled, stepping into the bedroom and disposing of the used candlewax before stretching and allowing yourself to relax from the night's clandestine activities. "Goodnight, Edith."

"I'll talk to the spirits inhabiting the corridor where the cylinders are hidden," she offered, a faint whispering joining her once again before you heard her echoing chuckle. "It seems your husband's rushing to make his way to you. You still have quite the night ahead. Goodnight, my friend."

You could feel the fatigue setting in as you let the tub fill for Thomas' bath before putting away your tools and your blades, mentally preparing yourself for another night of insufficient sleep. Just as you had for the better part of the last two weeks.

Right as you made your way back to your side of the bed and shook your hair loose from your bun, Thomas walked through the open door. You gave him a small smile. "I should be done with the documents tomorrow, Edith and I will work on transcribing the recording cylinders that can lead the case more to Lucille than you two days from now at the latest."

"That's wonderful news, darling," he beamed at you, running his gaze over you briefly before walking toward the bathroom. "I shall see you in a few moments," he told you, his voice echoing across the tiles. A few seconds later the sound of the water sloshing and a sinfully satisfied groan filled the room as he sat into the tub. "You truly are a godsend, my wife. Thank you."

You did your best to ignore the fluttering in your stomach hearing him call you that. You wouldn't hear it for much longer with the progress you were making. "You're welcome," you answered back, fighting back your own sounds of relief once your back hit the bed and you allowed yourself to finally relax for the night.

The cumulative efforts of the last dozen or so days seem to have finally taken its toll on you, your eyes fluttering shut as soon as your head hit the pillow. You hadn't been able to hear the sound of Thomas padding his feet on the floor and back to you, or his little gasp as he saw you in your slumbering state.

"No…" he sighed, climbing into bed with you. "Y/N, darling, please tell me you haven't completely fallen asleep yet," he said softly, brushing your hair away from your face.

"Hmm?" You leaned in to his touch, feeling a strange sense of comfort when your cheek rubbed against his slightly calloused hand. "'M awake…" you mumbled, slowly opening your eyes. He gave you a tender smile when your eyes met his, and you couldn't help but return it.

It was only in these moments just before you both went to sleep, your parts in this perilous operation done for the night, that you could allow yourself to almost feel as if you were a normal married couple. Just laying in bed together before going to sleep, sharing a quick goodnight kiss before he pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.

Perhaps even indulge yourself, even for a moment, in the dangerous truth that once this was all over, you would miss these fleeting moments of peace with him. You'd miss how he held you through the night and how you'd wake up wrapped in his arms. How in the last few days he would greet you in the morning with a soft kiss to your nose before you both made your way out of bed and stepped out of your room.

You would miss him when all this was over. When you'd both signed the divorce papers and went on your separate ways, and you were back in your apartment in the city, going to bed alone, you would miss him.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, a small sound coming from the back of his throat as he sighed into the kiss, almost as if he was relieved. "This is the only thing getting me through the nights," he said solemnly, settling more comfortably into the bed as he kept kissing you. "Knowing that this was what awaited me when I get back."

Instead of your usual night routine of a few kisses and he would pull you into his arms, both of you falling asleep to the sound of the other's breath evening out, he moved his body closer, kissing his way to your neck, his hand traveling down the side of your body until it settled at your waist. His lips began to trace along the neckline of your nightgown, the contented hums against your skin combined with the feel of his lips on you had you struggling for breath. "Thomas--"

"It should be you," he whimpered, his exhales warming your skin. "I should be spending my night with you. Laying with you." He kept on kissing along your neckline, his other hand pulling along the string that exposed your décolletage and he immediately pressed his lips to your chest, above your heart. "You're my wife, I should be with you."

He kissed his way back to your lips, your shock from his confession letting his tongue slip past your lips and tangle with your own. It was like flames licked all along your body at the contact, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as your fingers weaved into his onyx curls.

"Thomas, wait--" you tried to say, placing your hands on his chest in a paltry attempt to get him to pause for a moment, failing to fight against your eyes fluttering closed and your entire body melting under him the moment his tongue delicately ran along the roof of your mouth.

"I want to lay with you," he said once he pulled away, looking at you with those wide pleading eyes that likened him to a pup asking for a treat. "May I?"

For the love of all things good in this world say yes, you hissed at yourself. You struggled to breathe properly, fighting against every instinct to give in as he repeatedly whispered "please" into your skin. Trying to not let the curiosity and desire consume you and see how far your husband was willing to go.

This was the fantasy you wanted to lose yourself in, where by some miracle when all this was over and you both made it out alive, that you'd found something with each other that neither of you wanted to lose. That after all this perhaps you could have a life together, preferably far away from Allerdale Hall and the figurative and literal ghosts that roam the corridors.

The fantasy that perhaps when you were both safe from Lucille and she was serving her time behind bars, locked away where she couldn't harm anyone anymore, that Thomas might not want to sign the divorce papers. Because maybe he was falling in love, too.

"We've come so far already, we can't afford to lose focus now," you answered him, your voice coming out so small it was like the words all but refused to get through the lump in your throat. "Once all this is done, and we're free of her, you'll be free to do whatever you please…with whomever you please."

The last part left a bitter taste in your mouth, like it physically pained you to say the words.

"You're right," he sighed, leaning away enough so that he could look at you. The expression on his face was akin to that of a wounded pup, making the guilt and regret from your decision overwhelm your system. "Of course." He moved over to his side of the bed, taking a breath before hesitantly touching his fingers to yours. "May I still hold you?"

You didn't think twice, moving over to him and settling into his arms. "Yes, of course." The words refused to be spoken, but you'd found a strange comfort in his embrace. That despite the very real danger you both found yourselves in, and the looming dire consequences of Lucille and the business end of her cleaver if you made so much as one misstep on this perilous endeavor of yours, you felt almost a safety in his warm embrace.

And while no one would ever be able to get you to admit it, it made getting up out of bed in the mornings near impossible. You didn't want to leave him. You wanted him all to yourself.

All the more reason why you needed to be done with this and go your separate ways. You should never be so selfish as to beg him to stay with you and deny him yet another freedom. So much had already been stolen from him.

He brushed a lock of your hair away from your face before asking softly, "How long do you reckon before Scotland Yard comes here after you send the papers?"

"Not long," you answered him, your words full of confidence in your peers. "I'll include a summary of my findings to help them through the papers I've sent them, process them faster. I'll also try and emphasize the urgency of our situation, that we're currently living in a manor with a woman that has the intention and means, not to mention the stomach, to kill me. That we have very good reason to believe our lives are in imminent danger. Should get them moving pretty quick."

"And what are we to do until they arrive?" You could feel him tensing as he anticipated your response.

Bile flooded your stomach from what you had to tell him. "We keep routine." His beautiful face looked so pained as you said the words. "She has to believe that there's nothing wrong, that everything's going to plan. If she gets even the slightest whiff that we're up to something and she kills me. Maybe even you if she finds out that you helped."

He took a shuddering breath, pulling you closer against him so he could press a kiss to your forehead. "Let's hope they move quickly then," he mumbled against you, pressing more kisses on the same spot as he took calming breaths. "I can barely stomach any more of it." His breath hitched at his words, his tone rife with shame.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, placing your hand on his chest, feeling his pulse sprinting like a madman. "This burden shouldn't be on you. Never should have been. She's stolen so much from you…" Your sentiment caught in the back of your throat as you did your damnedest to fight back tears. "I'll do my best to make sure she doesn't steal any more of your life away."

"What if she figures out what we've been up to? Or if she gets impatient and realizes there's no money coming after all this time?"

It took you a moment before you could answer, the implication hanging over you both now like the Sword of Damocles. "Then Scotland Yard will arrive here to a corpse. Either mine or hers."

Tears welled in his eyes as he pulled you closer, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I won't let her hurt you, I swear it." He stole a few more kisses from you before he cradled your head against his chest. "You should sleep, I can feel how tired you are."

"Exhausted," you confessed, settling into his embrace, the comfort from his hold blanketing over you as your cheek rubbed against the soft hairs on his chest. "Goodnight, husband."

You couldn't resist calling him that. In a few short weeks you'd never be able to again.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head, stroking your hair before he whispered, "Goodnight, my darling wife."

As the minutes passed, and the only sounds that filled the bedroom were your breathing and the crackling of the fireplace, Thomas found himself unable to succumb to sleep just yet. He was still riddled with so many questions that he couldn't bring himself to ask you quite yet.

What if by some freak accident of a chance, Lucille comes across one of your colleagues when she runs her errands in the city and they were to mention who you were, and what you did before you married him? What if now that she was armed with this new information, she deemed you too much of a threat and decided to do away with you like she'd done with so many other innocent women?

What if she decided to make it even worse, and ordered him to kill you instead? Spout some nonsensical notion that he needed to get his hands dirty this time around so she could see if he still had the stomach for it?

He knew he wouldn't be able to hurt you, that he would be completely unwilling to. But would he be able to protect you against Lucille?

And the question that had him looking upon the coming weeks with a mix of dread and hope, all depending on how you would react if he were to even muster up the courage to say the words: What if you stayed together after this fleeting partnership of yours? What if you were open to exploring what a life together would truly be like? Move away from Allerdale Hall and find a place in the city?

"What if I begged you not to leave me?" he whispered into the empty silence, stroking the backs of his fingers along your cheek. "What if I've fallen in love with my wife, and I want to turn our marriage into something real?"

A/N: *popping out my head from my writing hidey hole* Well hi there! Been a long while since I updated this story, but I can promise you now…I didn't abandon it 🫡 And we're picking up with our precious meow meow baronet big tiddy goth husband really showing his hand here that he's catching feelings 🥹

everything taglist: @simplyholl @loopsisloops @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemiss @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @kats72 @kikster606 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @peaches1958 @lovingchoices14 @lunarnights95 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress @elizabethmidnight2017 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @gigglingtiggerv2 @lokidokieokie @lunarnights95 @superficialdomina @anukulee @kmc1989 @november-rayne @goddessofwonderland @buttercupcookies-blog

#thomas sharpe x reader #thomas sharpe x female reader #crimson peak fanfic #crimson peak fanfiction #the final lady sharpe #muddyorbs writes #fic requests #500 follower celebration

183 notes · View notes

notgilderoylockhart · 5 months

Text

I made Edith's Nightgown from Crimson Peak ✨

I did not use a pattern for this, I did however take some notes. The neckpiece and the body are seperate (just to make it easier to get into). I used a little less than 10m of chiffon (which I randomly found in my fabric stash lol), some lace I had lying around, a buttonhole ribbon and some pearl buttons both of which I got on Amazon. Would definitely recommend at least 10m of fabric if not more for ultimate ruffliness.

The neckpiece was made by cutting out four 70cm circles with a 10cm hole in the middle and sewing those together to form one big long ruffle. I then sewed four parallel lines, with super long stitches and bunched up the fabric to create the ruffle effect. I left the bottom of the neckpiece raw, just because I think it adds a bit of texture. Then I sewed on a buttonhole ribbon and the lil pearl buttons (which I got from amazon).

The body is just a 170cm wide and 150cm long piece and a 170cm x 170cm long piece sewn together, ruffled at the top and with a band of elastic sewn on. The nightgown does have a train so I cut a lil curve into the bottom of the longest piece.

The biggest challenge was the sleeve. Chiffon doesnt hold it's shape very well, so I mixed together some starching fluid (boiled starch and water) and ironed the hell out of it. The bottom of the sleeve I deliberately cut way too long so I could ruffle it. Last thing I did was add some lace to the cuffs. I probably would do a few things differently next time but I'm happy with how it came out. Now I just need a white wig lol ^^

And here's the finished result:

Btw, I also found this promo picture and decided it would look great as a background, so if you wanna use it yourself, here ya go, I edited out Lucille for ya. Go nuts.

PS: actual footage of me running down the stairs in this lovely flowy nightgown arrrrggghhh I love it so much anyway thanks for reading love ya

#crimson peak #edith cushing #thomas sharpe #lucille sharpe #guillermo del toro #cosplay #cosplaying #sewing #sewing project #costume #costuming #fandom #no pattern we die like ediths dad

67 notes · View notes

veliseraptor · 11 months

Text

#fun with polls #this is going to be a wildly lopsided poll purely for reasons of unfamiliarity #i considered including 'the f/f bingjiu that exists only in my head' but i don't think that counts

84 notes · View notes

lady-rose-moon · 2 years

Text

To escape || Thomas Sharpe x Reader ||

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

My Main Masterlist

Summary: after finding out the dark truth about Allerdale Hall, you confront Thomas. Through time, you plan to escape with your husband.

Warning: angst, Lucille, happy ending, fluff, (anything else? I don't think so)

Reading through the files that you had discovered, bile raised up your throat at the horror of what had occurred here at Allerdale Hall. The last file that you picked up was labelled 'Edith Cushing'. You took time to look through the file and saw that she was a beautiful blonde girl, a smile permanently etched onto her lips as she held Thomas's arm and laughed. A letter fell out of her file and you picked it up eagerly.

"If there is ever a next one, this message is a warning. You mustn't stay here! They are killing me with the poison in the tea! If I fail to survive, please run. Thomas may have fallen in love with me but Lucille will do anything to keep him to herself. Learn the truth, follow him when he leaves his bed. Do not trust the tea or the food."

Staring down at the note in horror, you immediately stood from the table and vacated the library in a hurry. As you ran up the creaking stairs, you heard Thomas's voice call your name out through the house and your heart froze. You had to get out!

Desperately, you ran into your bedroom and pulled out the suitcase that you had buried beneath the bed. You quickly piled everything into the suitcase as tears covered your vision and you released broken sobs as you thought back to when you had first met Thomas.

You were at one of the parties your father was throwing for your birthday. Dressed in the elegant gown that he demanded you wore, you stood with your back to the wall with a permanent frown on your face. Your father expected a marriage to be rid of you now that his youthful second wife had given him a son to carry on his business.

"Excuse me?" came a voice to your right and you turned, coming face to face with a handsome face that was smiling at you although the smile barely reached his eyes, "may I have this dance?"

You hesitated for a moment as the man offered you his hand but once you slipped your gloved hand into his and felt how soft his skin was beneath your glove, you gave him a gentle smile and allowed him to guide you onto the dance floor.

"I'm Thomas," the man introduced himself, his oceanic blue eyes sparkling as he gazed down at you, beginning the waltz and guiding you across the dance floor.

"You probably know who I am," you whispered softly, looking away from his stunning eyes and over to the scornful eyes of your father. The man nodded and promptly left the ballroom. Your marriage to this stranger was set.

Your marriage was quick after that and the dowry was paid to Thomas quickly. The move away from your family home in the warmer part of the Midlands of England was harsh, especially so when you entered Allerdale and felt the sheer cold of the building.

"Y/N?" Thomas's voice broke your memories and your head snapped up from packing everything to stare at him in horror, "what are you... don't leave!"

You scowled and picked up the object closest to you, a simple glass and you shattered it before thrusting the remnants in front of you in a way of protecting yourself, "don't come any closer!"

Thomas frowned and backed away a little, closing the bedroom door behind him as he eyed you. "What will you do?" he asked softly, his hands shaking with the nerves, "please don't leave, the snow is falling and it will be impossible to-"

"Anywhere is better than here!" you sneered, feeling like a cornered animal as Thomas stepped closer. The Baronet frowned as he gently took the glass from your hand and your tears fell quickly in terror, "please don't kill me."

Thomas's gaze softened as he stared at you, seeing the same terror on your face as it had on Edith's face as she was falling from the third floor to her death. "It's not me that wants you dead, darling," the Baronet whispered, feeling you tug away from him but he kept holding you firmly, "Y/N, please."

"I don't believe you!" you yelled, tears cascading down your face as you tried to tug yourself away from him, "what else do I not know, Thomas?!"

The Baronet faltered and looked over to the door, the sensation of being watched feeling like moths crawling under his skin and he pressed his lips to yours to keep you from rambling on. Once he pulled away, he stayed close to your lips in a way that resembled him still kissing you but he whispered to you, "we're both in danger with Lucille still here. She murdered Edith because I loved her... She'll kill you when she finds out I love you and then... I will be next."

You looked up into his eyes with disbelief before you saw the fear sparkling through his eyes and you sighed sadly, resting your head on his chest, "what do we do?"

The Baronet took a few seconds to think before whispering, "we wait it out."

"Thomas-" you tried to interrupt him but he shushed you.

"We must," he whispered desperately, "I shall brew your tea the proper way, without poison. We cannot leave yet, not until I get something sorted."

You searched his eyes for any sign of trickery but you knew deep down that the man was being honest and you frowned as you nodded, "we shall wait it out."

Thomas nodded and pressed another soft kiss to your lips as a 'thank you' and then he pulled away, making sure to stand in the way of the suitcase so Lucille couldn't see you were planning to leave. "I'll be sure to tell Lucille, my darling," Thomas spoke a little louder so that Lucille could hear, "the sickness should pass soon."

Thomas left your room and frowned at the sight of Lucille on her knees, staring at the keyhole. "It is rude to eavesdrop, Lucille," the Baronet whispered, helping his elder sister to her feet before beginning to walk off, "she knows nothing."

"The files were laid out, Thomas," his sister spat, hatred burning in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at the door to your room, "she knows, she has to."

Thomas put on his best guilty face and he looked down at the floor, watching Lucille stop and gaze at him. "I got sentimental, Lucille," the Baronet smoothly lied, hearing Lucille tut affectionately, "I dug out the files to see the photo of our little boy."

Pain flashed over Lucille's face and she sighed, embracing her brother while whispering in his ear, "we shall have one again once your business is running."

~~~~~~~~~~

Two months passed like that. You were tense around Lucille but did your best to play it off as a sickness though you were beginning to feel under the weather lately. You didn't need much sickness to tell that you were pregnant with Thomas's heir and suddenly, life in Allerdale became all the more terrifying.

One night when Thomas came to do his cordial hour with you that he had promised to Lucille was just him going to bed with you to make you think that he did sleep beside you, you waited on the bed while he left the bathroom, his torso bare and the pants hugging his legs dropping low enough to show the beginning of the V-line.

"Is something the matter, my darling?" Thomas asked with an easy smile, facing you and gesturing with his hands that you were being watched by Lucille.

"Can you help me with the hot water? I need a bath and I still haven't gotten the hang of the taps," you smiled sheepishly before standing from the bed and walking to the doors, locking it before heading into the bathroom with Thomas.

The Baronet released a breath that he didn't know he was holding before he turned to you with a frown, "what is the matter, sweet darling?"

You bit your lip before you stared up at him and admired the blueness of his eyes before whispering, "I'm pregnant."

Thomas froze and the colour left his face as his eyes darted down to your stomach. Pure fear raced through his heart with your admission, how were you going to hide this from Lucille until he got the tickets he needed to get you out of here?!

"No," Thomas whispered, his brows pulling together as he gently held the sides of your stomach, "not now, this cannot be happening."

Your hands trembled as you rested them against his chest and whimpered, "it's happening. I'm sorry, Thomas, I didn't realise-"

"This isn't your fault," Thomas whispered firmly, his thumb tenderly caressing your stomach as love filled his eyes, "but I'm nowhere near getting us those tickets and this is going to be so difficult to hide from Lucille! She already suspects me of stopping the poison!"

"Then don't get the transportation right now!" you whisper-yelled, panic evident on your face, "we can go visit my father and my little brother, tell Lucille that I missed home and then grab a ticket while we stay there! Please, Thomas, if she finds out about this baby..."

"She won't," Thomas answered firmly, looking deep into your eyes as he made the promise, "I will make sure that our baby lives, my love!"

You nodded fearfully and sighed as you rested your head on his shoulder, "I'm scared."

"I'm scared too," Thomas whispered as he pressed a firm kiss to your forehead.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two nights later, you decided it was time to begin your plan. Sat at the dining table, Lucille served the food and you knew it wasn't poisoned because that would mean Lucille would need to poison them all.

"I was thinking of going to my father's house for a few days," you whispered as you dug into your food, hearing the clatter of Lucille's fork hitting the plate as she stared at you in disbelief, "Lucille? Is something the matter?"

The lady stared at you for a moment before looking at Thomas and straightening herself, "we are sorry to see you go," the woman whispered with her voice full of hate.

"Actually," you began nervously, looking at Lucille and seeing the rising anger in her eyes, "Thomas is coming with me. You see, my stepmother never got to meet my darling husband and that must be put right."

"But Thomas has a business to run," the lady protested, her eyes darting over to Thomas pleadingly, "he will have no time to go with you to the Midlands! So far away from home!"

Thomas cleared his throat and looked away from his meal to stare at his sister, "I am going with my wife, Lucille. It is frowned upon for a married woman to go somewhere without their husband."

"Thomas!" Lucille protested desperately, her hands quaking with her anger, "you mustn't! Your business! What about me?"

"Well, certainly you could survive a few days without us, Lucille?" you whispered unsurely before flinching back when she pointed her butter knife at you.

The Baronet moved closer to you and glared at his sister. "That's enough," he spoke with dominant finality, "I am going with my wife and that is final."

Lucille's chair scraped across the tile floor and she rose, promptly leaving the kitchen while seething. You bit your lip and looked over at Thomas nervously and your husband mirrored your terrified face. Lucille wasn't stupid, she knew Thomas was slipping into the abyss of love again. They had to leave before she could act.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The carriage arrived two hours later and while you were being helped with loading the luggage, Lucille pulled Thomas aside to speak with him.

"What are you doing?!" the woman snarled, her eyes searching Thomas's for any sign of his love for her. She found it, Thomas had perfected his act of the manipulated loving brother, the incestuous boy that sought out only his sister for his pleasure. Under the facade, he was desperate to get away and burn that mask of his.

"Her father doesn't know that she is coming," Thomas whispered, watching Lucille's eyes become curious at the revelation. "I crafted the note she received telling her that they wished to see her and she firmly stated that she wished to go. We have her money. She's not coming back."

Lucille eyed him for a moment before nodding and reaching up to press a kiss to his soft cheek. "I cannot wait for you to get home," she whispered, her hand trailing down his arm, "that way, we can bring our child into the world again."

Thomas nodded and hugged her before getting into the carriage beside you and allowing the driver to set off. He turned and waved to Lucille, to the manor, to Sir Thomas Sharpe Baronet of Allerdale Hall.

Once you were down the hill and out of sight of the horrible house, you sighed in relief and shuffled closer to Thomas, resting your head on his shoulder and smiling as his hand rested over your pregnant belly. "We are free," you whispered and smiled when Thomas released a relieved sigh and his lips pressed against your forehead.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The carriage arrived at your father's manor and you stepped out, greeted by the warm arms of your stepmother who whispered to you, "oh thank God you're alright! Your husband sent a letter that explained your situation! Darling, are you alright?"

You nodded and held her arms gently before pulling away and sighing in relief. "Thank you for allowing us to stay," you mumbled, feeling Thomas's hand slide into your own, "with Carter, I thought you'd reject."

"Reject you?" your stepmother asked in shock, squeezing your hand gently as she frowned, "I would never! Your father might but you are my daughter, you are allowed to stay whenever you must. Now, are you going to introduce me to your husband?"

Your eyes widened in realisation and you turned to Thomas with a smile. "Evelyn, meet Thomas! Thomas, meet Evelyn, my stepmother!" you smiled, watching as Thomas took your stepmother's hand and kissed her knuckle.

"An honour to meet you, Mrs Y/L/N," Thomas greeted politely, smirking at the blush that spread across her features, "my many thanks for allowing us to stay."

The elder woman fanned herself and smiled before looping her arm through yours and guiding you into the manor, "I'm glad you married him! I get to see him every day for a while now!"

"Mother!" you admonished the woman with a grin, finally realising that your stepmother wasn't as bad as you had thought before. She was a sweet woman and so different to your stubborn and neglectful father.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Your stay at your father's manor lasted a lengthy month before Thomas was able to secure the tickets that would get you a cruise to Norway and the carriage to take you to the home he had bought for the both of you.

Standing in front of the liner, you stared at it hesitantly as your hand rested on your growing baby bump. "Now remember," your stepmother began, tearing you away from your thoughts, "send letters as much as you can and do make sure to visit, will you? I'm sure Carter would love to meet his nephew or niece when they are born."

You laughed and kissed her cheek. "I shall send letters, I swear," you grinned and looked up at Thomas, seeing him nodding in approval to the conversation your father held him in, "I shall also warn you that if Lucille comes knocking, call the police, she's dangerous."

"I will heed your warning, dear," your stepmother nodded and she squeezed your hand gently, "do not worry, your father is organising a new manor to be built in the Yorkshire Dales."

The blowing horn of the liner distracted you from the conversation and Thomas curtly ended his conversation with your father before he smiled at you and offered you his hand, walking onto the boat once you slipped your hand into his.

As the ship set sail away from the dock, you saw a flurry of red and your heart sank at the sight of Lucille running to the end of the dock. The liner was too far away for her to do anything but her desperate call of 'THOMAS! DON'T LEAVE ME' was clearly heard against the wind.

The Baronet stared at his sister until she was a mere red speck on the horizon and then he turned to you, cupping your cheek and pressing his lips firmly to yours with a soft sight. When he pulled away, you locked eyes and he whispered tenderly, "we're going home."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@lokisgoodgirl @lokisninerealms @evelyn-kingsley @slpnbty2001 @jennyggggrrr @hahaha12123445 @ozymdias @holdmytesseract @itsybitchylittlewitchy @lovingchoices14 @xorpsbane @huntress-artemiss @muddyorbs @nerdy-fangirl-65 @lonadane @silverfire475 @chantsdemarins @iamsherlocked1479 @kittiowolf210 @just-someone11

#sir thomas sharpe x reader #sir thomas sharpe #sir thomas sharpe x female reader #thomas sharpe x reader #tom hiddleston #thomas sharpe baronet #crimson peak thomas x reader #crimson peak 2015

239 notes · View notes

marzipanandminutiae · 10 months

Note

Do you have any favorite crimson peak fics you're open to sharing? I love any possible dynamics, the ot3, Edith/Lucille, Edith/Thomas either or both Sharpes/reader. I really want some fics to read and I feel like you'd have some of the best recs

So many! I've done a few rec posts already, so I'll link those below. (No "X/reader" fics, because I'm not a fan of those- and anyway, I'd want Edith/Reader, if anything. And nobody writes that for some reason. Seriously, am I the only lesbian who's thirsty for Edith? If so, is everyone else blind?)

Most of them are OT3 or Edith/Lucille, but a few are just Sharpecest. Pure Edith/Thomas isn't usually my thing, since it generally comes with a heaping helping of Lucille Hate(TM). That being said, an OT3-verse oneshot about Edith and Thomas Shenanigans could be fun!

Rec Post 1

Rec Post 2

Rec Post 3

And some that don't appear in any posts but which I still like:

If Thou Wilt Chide, Thy Lips Shall Never Open (explicit, Sharpecest, pre-canon)

The Killing Jar (pre-Sharpecest, pre-canon exploration of Lucille's first murder: their father. dips into canon territory a bit at the end)

Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season (pre-canon Sharpecest, explicit)

like the innocent flower and the serpent under (Edith/Lucille, explicit)

Black Moth Nocturne (short study of Lucille's time in the asylum, pre-canon- the author has written a bunch of good CPeak oneshots, but that's just my favorite of them. because Trash Fire Darling)

and of course, if you're interested, I also write CPeak fics myself...

#crimson peak #fic recs #fanfic #there are more I'm forgetting- I'm certain of it #bad at bookmarking things

21 notes · View notes

fucked-up-character-tournament · 28 days

Text

Tentative list for best horror and thriller girls:

1. Maria from Mad Father

2. Reiko Mikami from Another

3. Bridget, from the webtoon Nonesuch,

4. Ha-Im, from webtoon Never-ending Darling.

5. Riot Maidstone (from Hello From The Hallowoods),

6. Martha from Ravenous 1999

7. Grace, from Ready or Not (2019).

8. Regan Abbott (A Quiet Place)

9. Ava (Ex Machina)

10. Beatrice (Over the Garden Wall)

11. Jennifer from Jennifer’s Body

12. Rozy from the guy upstairs

13. Rachel (Rachel Rising comic book series)

14. Amanda Young, SAW,

15. Wendy Torrance, “The Shining” movie

16. Pannochka - Viy

17. Blind Mag (Repo! The Genetic Opera)

18. Sasha from the magnus archives

19. Mina Harker (Dracula

20. Lex Foster from Black Friday.

21. Charlotte from Hello Charlotte!

22. Carrie White, Carrie

23. Scarlet, I’m the Grim Reaper

24. So Jung-hwa, Strangers from Hell

25. Dana Scully, The X Files

26. Akane Tsunemori, Psycho Pass

27. Mima Kirigoe, Perfect Blue

28. Nina Fortner, Monster

29. Eva Heinemann, Monster

30. Edith Cushing, Crimson Peak

31. Lucille Sharpe, Crimson Peak

32. Ellen Ripley, Alien

33. Clarice Starling, Silence of the Lambs

34. Lisa Reisert, Red Eye

35. Laurie Strode, Halloween

36. Kayo Hinazuki, Erased

37. Hondomachi, ID Invaded

38. Yonaka Kurai, Mogeko Castle

39. Ib, IB

40. Re-L Mayer, Ergo Proxy

41. Kyun Yoon, Bastard

42. Jisu, Sweet Home

43. Lauren Sinclair, Purple Hyacinth

44. Nita, Market of Monsters series

45. Rose the Hat from Doctor Sleep (2019 movie and Stephen King book)

46. Sidney Prescott from the original Scream movies,

47. Jade Daniels, Indian Lake Trilogy/My Heart is a chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones

48. Villanelle, killing eve

49. Harrow from gideon the ninth/Locked Tomb

50. Maggie, Everything is Fine

51. Chaerin Eun, Surviving Romance

52. Finn, I’m Dating a Psychopath

53. Rayne Liebert, Homesick

54. Ha-im Yun, Never Ending Darling

55. Ashlyn Banner, School Bus Graveyard

56. Chae-ah Han, Trapped

57. Jeongmin Choi, Dreaming Freedom

58. Frankie, Stagtown

59. India Stoker, Stoker

60. Nam-ra, All of Us Are Dead

61. Ji-woo, My Name

62. Nanno, Girl From Nowhere

63. Emerald, Nope

64. Jessica Jones

65. Susy, Wait Until Dark

66. Margot, The Menu

67. Vera, Just Like Home

68. Rosemary, Rosemary’s Baby

69. Gertrude Robinson, The Magnus Archives

70. Alex, Oxenfree

71. Margaret Lanternman/The Log Lady, Twin Peaks,

72. Audrey Horne, Twin Peaks,

73. Su-an, Train to Busan

74. Ji-a, Tale of the Nine Tailed

75. Cha Ji-won, Flower of Evil

76. Coraline

77. Helen Lyle, Candyman

78. Nancy, Nightmare on Elm Street

79. Mrs. De Winter, Rebecca

80. Mrs. Danvers, Rebecca

81. Shiki Ryougi, Garden of Sinners

82. Kirsty Cotton, Hellraiser

83. Pearl, Pearl

84. Take-ju, Thirst

85. Suzy Bannion, Suspiria

86. Lain, Serial Experiments Lain

87. Asami Yamazaki, Audition

88. Naru, Prey

89. Eli, Let the Right One In

90. The Girl, A Girl walks home alone at night

91. Cecilia, Immaculate

92. Evie Alexander, The Invitation

93. Maren, Bones and All

94. Michelle, 10 Cloverfield Lane

95. Thomasin, The VVitch

96. Emma, None Shall Sleep

97. Contestanta, A Dowry of Blood

98. Brigid O’Shaughnessy, Maltese Falcon

99. Sandra Voyter, Anatomy of a Fall

100. Lisa, Rear Window

#polls

3 notes · View notes

lucillesharpeismybaby · 7 months

Text

#crimson peak #cpeakbjdproject #bjd #dolls #bjdphotography #lucille sharpe #edith cushing #edith x lucille

68 notes · View notes

xmissmisfortune · 4 months

Text

Between cracks and curtains

Prompt: Lucille keeps an eye on the new guest in the house.

Pairing: Lucille x Edith

Words: 815

Chapters: 1 / ?

Link: ⚜

Entre rendijas y visillos

Resumen: Lucille mantiene vigilada a la nueva inquilina de la casa.

Pareja: Lucille x Edith

Palabras: 815

Capítulos: 1 / ?

Idioma: Español

Link: ⚜

#crimson peak #edith cushing #lucille sharpe #edith x lucille #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #w/w

6 notes · View notes

darklinaforever · 5 months

Text

People who try to argue that Lucille can't have abused / manipulated Thomas when they were young, on the grounds that she would have been a child and that 2 more years isn't much, just to validate their idea that Thomas was fully consenting and had as much power as she in the relationship, there are several things he needs to understand.

Already, although they were both children, Lucille was the oldest. Certainly, only two years, but that still left him with a role deemed full of responsibility towards Thomas, who was younger. This is her basic role as a big sister. A role that was exacerbated with the upbringing of their parent who abused them respectively, with Lucille taking the beatings as many times as possible in Thomas' place. She had actively become his protector against all danger, behind which Thomas hid. Then, Lucille took on the equivalent of the role of mother by doing all the domestic chores, including killing the animals herself before cooking them.

All this to say that Lucille may have been a child, but she was not in the state of mind or situation of a child. She was in a situation full of responsibility. So, obviously she had more power than Thomas mentally, whom she tried to absolutely preserve.

It's not for nothing that Thomas' ghost is white, in addition to symbolizing the fact that he is at peace, it is also a color made to remind us that Thomas was deep down a pure being.

Thomas was naturally in a submissive and protected role during their childhood, the fact that he was the youngest reinforcing the aspect that he had to be taken care of. He was not at all in the same mental state as Lucille, whom he must have seen as his ultimate protector, the only one who truly loved him and brought him happiness /positive things.

So, obviously their sexual relations, initiated by Lucille during their childhood, were not fully consented to with full knowledge of the facts by Thomas. He must surely see this as a way to repay her for everything she did for him. That she deserved to get what she wanted from him.

It even seems to me that in the book, Thomas refers to their sexuals relationships as rituals to stay sane...

All this to say that I'm tired of hearing the bullshit that Thomas is equal to Lucille and was fully aware and consenting to what he was doing by getting into this incestuous relationship with her. It's very tiring. And it's frankly worrying to see people so refusing that a man can be the victim of a woman.

I repeat, but if the sexes had been reversed, no one would be trying to minimize Thomas' situation.

#crimson peak #guillermo del toro #thomas sharpe #lucille sharpe #edith cushing #edith sharpe #edith x thomas #thomas x edith #edith and thomas #thomas and edith

30 notes · View notes

allerdalexhall · 3 months

Text

((Submission)) Theory(idk if someone said it or it’s a fact but)

Why was Thomas’s ghost white at the final scenes of the movie? Well as we know all other ghosts and spirits have been portrayed as black, whispy, disturbing entities, like Edith’s mother, or they are broken, horrifying creatures made out of the red clay underneath the house. But in the final scenes of the film we see that Thomas ghost is actually white, unlike any we’ve seen so far. So why is this? Well I think it’s because Thomas has no attachment to anything or anyone. The other ghost/spirits all have a reason to haunt over the house and the people living there, Thomas and Lucilles mother; she was brutally killed by Lucile, Thomas’s past wives; also met the same end ergo Lucile and Thomas.

But when Thomas dies , he has no attachment. He told Edith that he did truly love her, he confronted Lucile and he was ready to leave his past behind.

Thomas had no reason to be a revenge seeking ghost. And that’s why he was a white ghost in the ending

Tell me what you think, just a theory (again idk if it has been said but I just thought it was cool) -End of Submitted post- -Blog Holders Response-

Sorry for the late reply to this submission. Holidays make things so busy. I actually posted a theory similar, no idea if it was one you may have come across or not. I looked for the said post and it was actually a reblog that I commented on {X} The original response I made to a gif of Edith being embraced by her mother’s ghost 7 years ago in that link was as follows:

~ All she wanted was a hug and to love and cherish her little Edith and keep her safe. It takes so much to come back just to warn her and hold her. We don’t know how strong a ghost has to be to be solid enough to be seen and interact with things. It has to take so much will power and emotions to do it. Others just appear faintly in photos. But the strongest of emotions makes them solid and seen. Her love was what was so strong to bring her back to her daughter and warn her. Not just once, but twice! Not even her father pulled that off. We never saw him again. It’s the raw pure emotion that brings her to her daughter. The same with Lucille. Her love and hate and rage all together has her formed in Allerdale Hall. Two woman with two different forms of Love bringing them back from death. All the wives were full of fear and sorrow. Want to for freedom and stained as the clay of which they were surrounded by. Sorrow took over they’re after lives, forming them and giving them shape. Thomas was peace, happiness, and pure love. Each forming a different color to show what it meant. It appears Black is a strong emotional love and want, if not a rage with it. The person dying and having that emotion giving them strength to the point of returning. For Edith’s mother being taken so soon from her daughter and unable to hold and see her before her death. Lucille her rage and love fueling her beyond the grave. Red, sorrow and pain, along with the very color of the clay around them if not stained by it and the blood they shed in death upon their murders. The wives and baby buried in the clay of the mines and Lady Sharpe her own bloody bath, if not tainted with the red clay upon filling. White, a happy, pure love and acceptance if not peace. Some still lost don’t even appear. Just stay as shadows, unseen but in the shadows of a form. Or only in images, if not shadows in that as well. ~

It has been a theory of mine that the wives are Red greatly due to the clay they were buried in. Their ghosts appearing to change with the decay of their bodies hidden away. We don’t see this with Lady Sharpe though (Thomas and Lucille’s Mother). She is red, but only appears with the wounds inflicted upon her death by her daughter’s hands. It’s never said or shown where her body is laid after her death either. But we do know it was discovered by the police through the newspaper article that is shown. That gave me thoughts and theories to a connection to colors and emotions and manners of their deaths. The wives were not a peace, they as well as Lady Sharpe are most likely full of rage, but the wives not as much. The appear to know they’re bodies are decaying away and what they look like. Hoping perhaps in passing one of the siblings will see them and instill fear or show what they have done. Perhaps also using the form as a warning to Edith of what cruel things Lucille has done. Thomas ever appears close to seeing the ghosts himself. The way he speaks to Edith of ghosts through out the movie, in the book and the deleted scene where he appears to feel them around him. Even in the book he seems to feel them or glance them faintly. Some ghosts take on more of their living selves as likely how they see themselves or wish to be seen. Some it is likely they have not the strength, skill, or both to appear and keep a form that is pleasing. I believe I have tweeted at the director in the past, but never got a reply in what the colors of the ghosts mean sadly. Something I would love to hear the story behind.

#crimson peak #thomas sharpe #cp #submission #ghosts #ghost #theory #theories #late approval

3 notes · View notes