When he set off to drive Lady Sybil into York for a political rally, the weather was glorious.
The rain started to fall half way through the rally, high winds cancelled it by mid afternoon and Tom thought it would be a sensible idea to remain in York. Sybil wasn’t having any of it, however, and insisted they start back to Downton so that nobody would know she was missed. Tom is forced to agree but it happens to be the worst storm in living memory. The journey, relatively short though it is, is wet, freezing and dangerous. And then it gets dark. When their road is blocked by a fallen tree, they are forced to make for a nearby farmhouse where the family kindly allows them use of one room… with one bed.
Naturally Tom says he will take the floor (by now really fed up and angry with Sybil for deceiving him about her parents’ knowledge of the situation as well as everything afterwards) but he cannot bear to hear the sound of Sybil shivering alone in the dark. They are both wet and cold and the storm outside is wild and frightening.
When Sybil begs him to join her, he is not able to refuse…
I never would’ve thought of among a broccoli smoothie
My dad had a pained look on his face as he was eating it. I was lol’ing the entire time. I used his leftover broccoli to make broccoli soup!
this is the funniest thing I’ve seen on tumblr all day ;oP
It was so much funnier watching him eat it!
So my dad just made a broccoli smoothie in our Magic Bullet.
As in, he put broccoli and hot water in the cup and blended it together and now he’s eating it with a spoon. I should have just made my dad some broccoli soup…
For gothamgirl28 (get well soon!)
"I hate these things," he muttered as they entered the party.
"It could be worse," his wife murmured in his ear. "You could be in white tie and tails."
Tom groaned and almost rolled his eyes, but their hosts were before them then, smiling and offering champagne, and Tom forced a smile and shook their offered hands, before falling back and letting Sybil take over (she was much better at handling these posh scenes than himself). Besides…he had other things to focus on. While Sybil chatted with Lord and Lady Merton, Tom eased back further into the crowd, his eyes scanning the many faces, all talking about the latest London high society gossip, drinking and laughing, completely oblivious to anything outside their posh bubble…or the fact that amongst their lot was a deadly terrorist he had been assigned to take out.
Sybil finished her conversation with their hosts and turned back to look at her husband, but realized quickly that he had moved on, no doubt seeking the bar to get a “real” drink. She knew that he hated these gatherings, and she wished she didn’t have to drag him with her to them, but if she didn’t, her cover would be completely gone, and that was the most important thing, or so the agency had taught her: always keep your cover and never let your guard down. So she put on a dazzling smile, and began to weave through the party, pausing to greet those that knew her, kissing their cheeks and playing the part: Lady Sybil Crawley-Branson, “the sweetest spirit”. But little did they know that the so-called “sweetest spirit” and youngest daughter to the Earl and Countess of Grantham, had a job where if they saw her in action, “sweet” would be the last word they would use to describe her.
"Ah, there you are…" Sybil closed her eyes and counted to three, before putting on her smile and turning to face the man who had addressed her.
"Hello, Larry," she greeted warmly, before politely leaning up to kiss his cheek.
Larry Grey grinned back, his eyes assessing her to his approval. Sybil felt her fists clench, but she held her temper. “No husband?” he asked, his eyes finally returning to her face after gazing a little too long at her chest.
"Tom’s here," she was quick to tell him, inwardly smirking at the pout that formed at his lips. "He’s getting a drink."
"And he’s left you unattended?"
Sybil pursed her lips slightly. “I’m hardly helpless, Larry.”
He chuckled. “Still, I wouldn’t let a beautiful woman like you out of my sight for a single second.”
"Well, thank heavens you aren’t married to me then, otherwise your life would be very dull."
He attempted to laugh at her joke, though it was obvious he picked up on her sarcasm. “Dance?” he asked, though his arm was already around her shoulders, leading her to the dance floor. Sybil sighed but thought it was for the best. After all, this way she could scan the crowd for her target.
On a balcony overlooking the party, Tom watched as Larry Grey drew his wife out onto the dance floor. He frowned when he saw the man approach Sybil (can’t take fecking no for an answer!) and his frown only deepened as he watched the other man put his arm around her waist, drawing her closer.
He shouldn’t care. This marriage was just a cover. Besides, he had a job to do—find his target and take him out. Yet every time he looked back at the crowd, his eyes kept wandering back to dance floor, and his hands tightened on the balcony railing as he watched Larry lean down to whisper something in Sybil’s ear, before his hands moved even more intimately around her back.
Sybil was extremely close to reaching around and grabbing Larry’s wrist and twisting it behind his back and snapping it like a twig. And if his hand wandered any further south down her back, she wouldn’t stop herself. However, before she was forced to break the wrists of the son of her hosts, someone approached them and gave Larry a sharp “tap” on his shoulder.
"I’m cutting in."
Sybil bit her lip to keep from smiling as her husband’s Irish brogue filled her ears. She also felt her heart skip a beat, and quickly swallowed, trying to calm herself. This marriage was just a cover, and she had a job to do—find her target (a deadly assassin who was known for seducing top leaders in government, before drugging them and slitting their throats) and take her out. But when she looked past Larry at her husband, and saw the thunderous look of warning burning in his eyes as he glared up at Larry Grey, daring him to challenge him for the right to dance with her…she couldn’t help but feel her knees go weak and her body hum with desire.
"It’s alright, Larry," Sybil assured, patting her dance partner on the shoulder. "Husbands can be so possessive," she sighed, before turning her attention completely on her husband and letting him whisk her away from the offended future Lord.
"Possessive, huh?" he asked, his hand pulling her closer to his muscular body.
"Well you are," she murmured, pressing herself just a bit closer as well, her breasts flush against his chest.
Tom’s eyes fell to her lips, soft, pink, and luscious. Being married they had kissed—and made love—many times. But the rule for all agents who went “under cover” like this, was to never completely fall for your spouse, even if he or she were ignorant to what you did. And yet, Tom was quickly realizing that he was falling in love with his wife.
Sybil had been taught the same lessons, and yet as she gazed back at the man in whose arms she felt herself melting, she couldn’t stop her heart from swelling, no matter how many times she tried to separate her emotions from “simple lust”. She was quickly realizing that she was falling in love with her husband.
They both leaned away, just slightly, their faces flushed as they each assessed this information, each imagining their respective agencies angrily reprimanding them for breaking one of the cardinal rules. Yet perhaps it was their agencies fault? After all, they had been in charge of putting the both of them together. But despite the word “intelligence” being part of their respective names, neither agency realized that they had put one spy in bed with another.
And if the fireworks were hot now without either of them knowing the truth about the other…then no one was prepared for the explosion that would happen the truth was finally learned. And learned, it would be…
Mr. and Mrs. Branson (a rock the spy!AU drabble)
Thank you! This definitely cheered me up! I want more!
"Hey Juliet" by LMNT
THIS IS NOT A DRILL
GUYS! I found this video and baby Jess is in it .. and she’s dancing!! I took her parts and put it in the video above.. but check out the link for the whole thing. Also in my excitement I may have missed something :)
How haven’t I reblogged this yet??!?!?!???!!!!
Titus Andronicus is still one of my favorite Shakespeare plays despite all the deaths.
The sounds of his screams echoed around her, filling her body with fire. She forced a smirk on her lips, the group she stood with unrepentant, enjoying each tortured cry that carried through the thin walls.
He was her partner and all she could do was laugh.
"Let me know if I miss anything good," she rattled off in perfect Russian before stepping out of the room.
The cold warehouse was damp and stale, the stench of burnt skin mixing with the mold and mildew, but she moved quickly, finding a dark corner to duck into.
"I’m going in," she whispered, knowing every word she spoke was heard.
The bug in her ear crackled to life.
"Negative," Section Chief O’Brien’s voice snapped. "We don’t have what we need."
"They’re killing him."
"Agent Branson is trained for this. You will not jeopardize this mission."
Sybil stood still, forcing her own breathing to calm, even as his pain filled shouts continued to bombard her.
"Stand down Agent Crawley," O’Brien said, her voice stern, panicked. "Acknowledge."
Sybil said nothing.
"Agent Crawley, acknowledge."
"Acknowledged," Sybil answered, quiet, resigned.
Squaring her shoulders she walked slowly down the hall, her high heels ticking off each step.
This was their job. MI-5 had trained them, taught them, changed them, turned them into something inhuman.
But with him she still had her soul. She felt her heart beat with love and hope, for him. It was dangerous. They knew about danger. They had fallen in love and had risked everything.
He was her partner.
He was hers.
They were trained to keep secrets, but with each desperate plea she heard from him the easier it was to forget her training, to turn her back on everything she’d been taught to believe.
She swallowed the lump in her throat, pressing her lips together, preparing herself, giving her the courage to open the door, to play the part.
Her body felt the assault of screams as she stepped into the room.
Tom’s body went limp as his tormentor stopped long enough to turn to her.
"Come to watch?" the big Russian asked.
Sybil smiled. “Veniamin wants to know what you’ve gotten.”
She risked a glance, his body slumped, hair wild, blood and drool falling copiously from his puffy purple mouth.
His swollen blue eyes opened just enough to meet her gaze.
"We’ve gone through all the trained answers," his captured growled. "He still refuses to tell me who he works for but I feel him weakening."
Turning to Tom he grabbed him by the hair, wrenching his head up. “You will tell me or you will regret it.”
Tom coughed, choking as the blood began sliding down his throat. Recovering he mumbled something.
"Try again pig," the man demanded, tightening his grip on Tom’s hair.
"I’ve…I’ve spent a night…" he breathed heavily, his energy gone. "…in the arms of the…woman I love…I have nothing to regret."
The sound of the man’s fist smashing Tom’s face echoed around them, sending Tom’s chair to the floor, causing an anguished groan as his arm became pinned.
"He will not speak. Better to kill him and be done."
Sybil nodded in agreement before pausing, seeming to consider their options. “Before we give up, perhaps allow a woman’s touch?”
She raised an eyebrow sensually. “Perhaps all he needs is a different type of incentive.”
"Agent Crawley," O’Brien warned in her ear.
The other man laughed. “What do the Americans call it? Good cop, bad cop?”
Sybil laughed along, before giving her head a shake, indicating for the man to leave them.
As he passed, he paused, handing Sybil a gun. “I will check with Veniamin, but unless you hear otherwise, if he doesn’t tell you what we want to know, shoot him.”
Now left alone in the room with him she didn’t know what she was going to do.
She simply knew she wasn’t going to give him up.
Modern AU where Tom and Sybil are MI-5 partners who have made the unforgivable mistake of falling in love.
Rock the Spy AU
Fuck, this is so perfect. I didn’t know I needed this in my life until now.