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ohtobealady · 6 months

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October Prompts

5 October: Silver

She paused her breathing—only for a moment. She paused it, slowed it, to slow her heart. She wouldn’t let Robert see her nerves. She wouldn’t let him see the small panic she felt winding its way up and between her ribs, choking the space there, where her heart beat.

Doctor Clarkson nodded at the brown bottle of iodine he held in his grasp. It glimmered mockingly in the bright spring sunlight that shone through the windows.

“You’ll use this when it’s time to change the bandaging.” She lowered her chin, listening. “It should be applied twice daily for the first few days, though I believe we’ll be able change to only once daily soon enough. We’ll allow the wound to air likely at the beginning of … er, next week.”

Cora nodded. Iodine. Twice daily when bandaging. Until next week, she committed to memory.

He handed it to her, reaching his arm across Robert lying between them, and he picked up the clean bandages. “Now, I’ll start the first change and, if you’re agreeable, I’ll have you complete it, Lady Grantham. To be certain.”

“Alright,” she mumbled, again the panic flirting with her resolve. It made sense, she knew, for him to teach her. She did hear a bit of condescendence there, she thought, but she was too tired to mind. For the truth was, she had never changed a bandage. She had hardly ever changed or cleaned anything. And she wanted him home with her.

Steeling herself, she quickly glanced at Robert lying there beneath her. Her own dear Robert, lips bloodless, dark circles beneath his eyes. Oh, while he looked terribly tired and unwell, he was, in fact, on the mend. His being here, lying between she and Clarkson, proved it.

Robert didn’t meet her gaze as Clarkson inspected his bandages and then began to neatly pull them away from his side. He still didn’t meet her gaze when Clarkson asked Cora to pay close attention to a particular area that was healing slower than the rest.

She did.

Cora did her best not to wince as Doctor Clarkson slowly pulled the bandage from Robert’s skin, a section of it sticking to where blood had dried against it.

She blinked. She, again, glanced to her husband’s face whose eyes were trained on the ceiling above them. She drew in a deep breath.

“Aye,” Clarkson said quietly as he rolled the bloodied fabric against itself. “Everything looks well.”

She made herself look now. If Robert was coming home—and he was—and she was to be the one to care for him—and she was determined to—then she couldn’t afford the fear that stung her chest.

Oh. But it was worse than she thought it would be. The sutures were there. Down the center of his stomach. Then below, a small line of additional sutures marching across.

Larger than she thought it would be.

One. Two. Three. Four. She stopped counting them, each thick stitch, realizing suddenly that there were more than enough to throw her heart into quick spasms.

She swallowed and looked to Clarkson, who nodded again at the bottle she held.

“Alright, my lady. The iodine first. On a cotton ball. Pressing lightly.”

She glanced at Robert, and then, gathering courage, grinned in an effort to pretend confidence. I will do this. Easily, she soaked the cotton with the iodine. And then, praying very quickly that she’d not hurt him, she pressed it gently—very gently—to the healing incision.

She noticed the way his shoulders tensed as she pressed. She had to ignore it. She noticed the way his eyes looked further upwards, and then as they closed. She had to ignore that, too. And then she noticed, with a rush of fresh panic, blood—red and new—beginning to seep from where her fingers had been.

“Have I—“

“—Ah,” Clarkson stopped her, remarking upon it as one may when finding a sixpence on the floor. “Leave it and just continue there. Near the sternum. I’ll return.”

But Cora didn’t want to continue there. She watched the blood form a neat and perfect sphere, and she swallowed away the threat of tears. Stupid, stupid, useless tears—oh, she’d not slept.

“It isn’t as awful as I’d imagined,” her pretended self lied aloud. “And this seems very simple. If I’d have known, we could’ve had you home days ago.” Lies. Lies, again.

Lying there, still, she heard her husband groan.

Oh, what had she done? “You aren’t in any pain, are you?” She studied his worn features for any hint of discomfort. “Does it hurt at all?”

At last, he spoke. “No.”

And again, it made her want to cry.

“Good,” she answered, tightly and curtly, and demanded herself to press the cotton ball to the very top of the long vertical incision. “I dare say this will all heal up very nicely.” Her fingers were trembling, and she pulled in a long—very long—breath. “Especially once we get you home and—“

What? What was happening to her? She’d done so well. She’d not cried. A few moments of weepiness, yes. But she’d not cried because, well, he was alright. He was here and healing and he was able to come home and Doctor Clarkson was so pleased with his recovery and—

—his cold fingers stilled her own.

Cora looked at his face and saw, at last, that he met her eye. Embarrassed, she sniffed back the emotion, the illogical and delayed emotion … the terrifyingly deep love she felt for him.

His thumb passed over her fingers, and Cora closed her eyes. Nodded. And opened them again.

“I feel quite capable of this, you know,” she lied one last time. “But I warn you, once you’re home again, I won’t have you over-exerting yourself and undoing all my hard work.”

He didn’t speak, but Cora could feel it. She felt the way his finger held her own tighter.

“—here we are.”

He dropped her hand. She turned to Doctor Clarkson.

“Silver nitrate,” he said, brandishing another small bottle. “Just a touch to stop the bleeding.”

Cora watched him; she watched the way he administered to the tiny bleeding spot. “Wounds can sometimes bleed, a wee bit, post-trauma.” And she watched in wonder as the bleeding stopped, as if frozen by the tiny silver drop against his skin. “Even the smallest prodding can do it. But, not to worry, it’ll heal.”

#cobert #cobert drabbles #cobert s6 #need to masterpost #obviously I’m behind on my October prompts #and I’ve done ‘silver’ a zillion times I feel like #huzzah!

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downton-bridgerton · 1 year

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Cora: *is listening to Christmas music*

Robert: What are “least knobby dots”?

Cora: I’m sorry, what?

Robert: The song. They keep saying “the least knobby dots”

Cora:

Cora: It’s Spanish, dearest

Cora: They’re saying “Feliz Navidad”, and it means “Merry Christmas”

Robert:

Robert: That makes a lot more sense

#happy holidays everyone #hope y'all are feeling more christmassy than i am #robert crawley #cora crawley #cobert #downton abbey incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #downton abbey #my post #i love queue very very much

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whatsabriard · 2 years

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everything that’s mine to give everything i can do i’ll do to prove it for as long as i may live my love will be there for you to use it

[ h o l d i n g e v e r y t h i n g ]

-dolly parton- (special thanks to @andallthatmishigas for the hand-holding)

#every thought in my mind has your name on it #i just have a lot of feelings #downton abbey: a new era #cobert #cora crawley #robert crawley #kiss kiss #touch touch #an embarrassment of riches #ANYWAY

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emma-hahn · 1 year

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DA ANE, Simon’s commentary

Okay so, I’ve watched Downton Abbey A New Era with Simon’s commentary (Simon as Simon Curtis the director also husband of Elizabeth McGovern, very important information). It was very nice, I highly recommend it ! You can sense that he loves Downton, the cast and the crew. It was so sweet hearing him talk about all the people involded in this, he loves and admires Julian Fellowes. He felt so honoured to have been part of it like it was truly lovely.

He hoped that the fans will not be too disappointed about the fact that Henry is not here because they couldn’t get Matthew Goode (he said it more than once).

It was his idea to have a miniature of Violet at first it was supposed to be a photo falling out of a book. And it was Michelle Dockery’s idea to have Violet portrait in the hall at the end.

He said that he has read blogs, I repeat HE HAS READ BLOGS ! Just this piece of information made me love him even more. Well he said that about Baxter and Molesley, saying that he knows from what he read that they are a very loved couple by the fans. He talked a lot about the fans actually.

He also said multiples times that the actors are playing a family but they truly are a family. And that the chemestry between them was incredible. He confirmed that Baby Branson that we see at the end of the film is Laura Carmichael’s baby. And actually the film was supposed to end after Violet’s death and the procession but they decided to end it on a happy note and the idea that life goes on.

And about Cobert and McGonneville, well he said that he was very happy that Cora and Robert have a proper storyline, he loves their scenes together. He said that Hugh and Elizabeth’s performance as husband and wife is incredible, they’re close friends and he is with them (well he literally is married to Elizabeth), he loved doing their scenes. And about THAT scene, he said that they played it superbly, he found it very moving to see Robert like this and he is very proud of Elizabeth.

#this man is the best #seriously i understand why Elizabeth married him #plus he gave us the best cobert scene #and he is a fan of them #this man feels like a human teddy bear #downton abbey a new era #simon curtis #the commentary

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wolvesandatrout · 2 years

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✹ Cora x Robert ➜ Season 2.

↳ Episode 1

“...Except that today has shown me I'm not only a worthless man, but also a bad-tempered and ungrateful one.” “Well, we all know that.”

#cobert #cora crawley #robert crawley #downton abbey #perioddramaedit #downtonedit #myda #myedit #mycobert #i think it was a bit of a weird choice for Fellows to not send Robert to the war #specially since he sends other men around his age #including Strallan #It feels like a plot hole #specially since they don't give a clear reason for it like medical

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avoverud · 2 years

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the hot cobert summer challenge things are almost due, but i think i might be almost finished with mine and i decided to experiment with another one ;)

i think i've never had much practice actually putting feelings into words, so i played around with this, it actually has no plot or anything very sensible around it, but they're FEELINGS right, they're not SUPPOSED to make sense

this is set right after the lovely little cobert scene we had in da2 (you know which one i'm talking about)

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His heart was pounding, still. The scene seemed to replay in his head, again and again and again. He could see the way she had cupped his face, could see the sparkle of tears in her eyes, blurred by his own. He could almost feel her lips on his for a brief second.

There was a word for that. What was it?

He could feel how much it hurt. How much it still hurt. He didn't think anything could feel like this, and he'd had his fair share of negative emotions. It was like something had dropped with a thud out of his heart, leaving a gaping chasm behind.

It had happened so quickly. Now they were walking back in silence, each pondering their own thoughts. The light from the party cast a glow on everything around them, twinkling on Cora's dress, illuminating the pebbles in the road. She looked angelic, with her blue eyes watching the tiny people in the distance.

For a second, he wondered if she was just a dream.

"Cora." He had said her name without thinking. She turned to him, and the words tumbled out of his mouth. "Cora, don't leave me. Please."

That word, that feeling again.

The seconds ticked past, and the music wafted over them from far away. It felt like forever before she spoke, moving closer to him, taking his hands in hers. The gesture was familiar, she had done it countless times, but this time it felt different.

"I don't want to."

Robert could feel the tears burning his eyes. He blinked them away as the smallest of smiles appeared on her face. Sad, but sweet.

Bittersweet.

That was the word.

#is this just words at this point #or am i just trying to make myself feel sad #cobert #cobert drabble #downton abbey #tell me what you think 😭

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and-you-will-like-it · 2 years

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May or may not be working on a couple of Cobert drabbles. The new movie has awoken the muse.

#I’ve seen the movie three times now #it’s just so good #and the Cobert scenes #I’ve been up in my feels ever since I saw it for the first time

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coyotiii17 · 12 days

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Recently on my Instagram I asked people for some requests since I wasn't feeling too well and my best friend gave me an idea to draw my parrot as FNaF animatronic so I started working almost immediately! Here's some info about Cobert: - His voice box is broken. He used to know how to repeat words and talk in general. Now he can only make loud screeches, static and other noises, - He's currently out of order, but is kept in good shape, because Fazbear's Entertainment is planning on fixing his voice box soon, - His jumpscare is so loud it can damage eardrums, - He has mixed feelings about the nightguards. He can act friendly towards some of them if they treat him well and if they gain his trust, Cobert will be a loyal companion and will protect them from the other animatronics. However, if there are nightguards who will treat him badly, Cobert won't show any mercy and will tear them to shreds, - Since he doesn't have arms, he often uses his beak. He can bite on accident if he's acting friendly, but most of the time he can control his beak's strenght, - If he's hunting the nightguard and coming close to the office, sounds like hissing and puffing can be heard from the corridor, - If he's friendly towards the nightguard and coming close to the office, he's purring, although it's distorted because of his voice box, - He likes to throw stuff in the kitchen, - Actually he likes to throw everything, - He sometimes goes into sleep mode for about half an hour to save the energy, while he's chilling with the nightguard in the office, - He likes tight spaces a lot, so he often can be found inside them on cameras, - He's an animatronic that makes his first appearance during the third night. He's inactive during the first two nights, - He always breaks the cameras, doesn't matter if he's against the nightguard or not, - He doesn't see well in the darkness, - He likes to play with nightguards he likes, - Before the attack, he's standing in one of the corridors to the office and he can suddenly start running, planning to attack, so the nightguard needs to watch him constantly.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #animatronic #fnaf fan animatronic #original character #art #fan art #digital art #artist #parrot #sun conure #parrot animatronic #fnaf parrot animatronic #fnaf fanart

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bella-caecilia · 5 months

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Cobert Winter Fanfic Exchange 2023

We're entering the next round of our Cobert writing exchange! It's time for you to receive your prompts. The prompts will be handed out according to the genre you'll choose. It works as follows.

Underneath you can find a list of the genres we have prompts for. @ohtobealady helped me put together a great prompt collection!

It's now your turn to choose a genre and message me to let me know what genre you want to write for.

Then you'll get two prompts from me; a one-word prompt & a dialogue prompt.

You can use either one or both of the prompts for your story; whatever inspires you most :)

When you have your prompts, you can start writing. There are no limits to what you can write; however long, however short, an AU, modern, canon-compliant... We want it all!

Please post your entries by January 6 and tag the tumblr post with "cobert winter writing exchange 2023" or send me the link if you're only posting on other platforms, so I can link every drabble in one masterpost for the fanfic exchange.

Have fun!

Genres:

Angst

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Smut

Participants: @abumperprize @adoracora-elizabeth @avoverud @downton-bridgerton @juliasdowntonstuff @modernamericangirl @mrsrobinsong @ohtobealady @randomabiling @whydidnttheyaskcora

If you aren't on the list yet and still want to participate just send me a PM :)

And if there are any other questions left, feel free to message me as well!

#cobert winter fanfic exchange 2023 #cobert winter fanfic exchange #cobert fanfiction #cobert #cora x robert #cora crawley #robert crawley #downton abbey fanfiction #downton abbey

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juliasdowntonstuff · 4 months

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My entry to the Cobert Winter Fanfic Exchange has just been posted to Ao3 and ff.net as well as on here for anyone who might want to read. Thank you @bella-caecilia for organising this event, this was great fun and I’m so looking forward to reading what everyone wrote!

I chose the Hurt/Comfort category and my prompts were “You don’t have to be so brave with me” / laceration

Without further ado, this is set after S6E5 (the bloody dinner episode)

Robert was coming home. It had been two weeks since that fateful dinner party, a night she would never be able to forget, and now he was finally returning from the village hospital.

Cora was standing by the window in the small library of Downton, anxiously peeking out and letting her eyes wander over the grass and gravel leading all the way down to the gates of their estate.

He was supposed to arrive at the abbey at half past two. A quick look at the clock to her right told her that they were running late, almost half an hour already.

What if something had happened, what if he was not coming home after all?

Then, as her mind began to spin with all the what-ifs she could possibly come up with, each one worse than the one before, she saw a big motor coming up the gravel driveway. It was driving slowly, much too slowly for her liking, but after a while, she saw that this was the ambulance bringing him home. For the past two weeks, there was nothing she had wanted more than to simply hold him in her arms, to feel his presence with her while it was so sorely missed. She had found it hard to fall asleep without him next to her in bed every night, not that she would admit to that.

Quickly, Cora turned on her heel and left the room. With long strides, she crossed the entrance hall and walked out the front door to welcome him, just like they always did with their guests. Right when she came to a halt outside the grand wooden doors of their family home, the back doors of the ambulance opened and she got to look directly into his face, a sight she had been looking forward to for days now.

She had been so incredibly scared when they took him and rushed him to emergency surgery at the village hospital. She had been afraid that she would never get to see him again, that she would never get to see his gentle smile and feel his loving gaze on her, ever again.

The image of him lying in a pool of his own blood on the dining room floor, trying to tell her he loved her — it haunted her. She might have appeared put together as she tried to calm him down, but that was really just a façade. Deep down, she had been scared out of her mind, had been afraid of losing him forever. However much she had wanted to, she simply could not allow herself to fall to pieces in front of everyone — least of all their daughters, who had to watch their father be rushed away, covered in blood.

When Robert saw her, his face lit up into such a bright smile. But even the brightest and most sincere of smiles couldn't get rid of the dark circles under his eyes. His unusually sallow complexion worried her, as did his sunken cheeks. She had to remind herself that he had just undergone a major emergency surgery — of course, he was not going to come back home the picture of health. A gastrectomy was not to be underestimated, that's what Doctor Clarkson had told her when she visited Robert the morning after the incident.

She had expected him not to look his usual self, but not quite as bad as this. It would take a while and exceptionally good nursing to get him back on his feet. Cora was determined to help him as best she could.

The people who had driven him there set about getting his stretcher out of the ambulance to take him inside and up to the bedroom like they had been instructed to. Robert winced noticeably when they hoisted him out of the car, the sudden movement causing his fresh wound to hurt again despite the strong painkillers he had been given ahead of his departure from the village hospital.

"Cora!" he exclaimed weakly as they started to carry him inside past her. Upon this, though, the men stopped and waited until the Countess had had a chance to greet him.

„Welcome home, my dear. They will take you up to our room and I will join you as soon as I have talked to Doctor Clarkson," his wife replied reassuringly, letting her hand graze over his arm as he was carried inside once more.

Robert only managed a small nod in return, wincing and inhaling sharply at the swaying motions shaking him through.

He could hear her voice through the closed door, along with Doctor Clarkson's. However much he tried to concentrate to understand what they were saying, he could not hear a word of what was spoken. Their voices were simply too muffled by the wooden doors separating them from him lying in their bed, and his mind was still hazy from all the painkillers he had been given in the hospital.

Robert was already starting to drift back off to sleep, his eyelids getting increasingly heavy, when the door finally opened and Cora walked in.

She closed the door carefully behind her and took a seat in the chair that was put close to his bedside. When she reached out her hand to take his hand in hers, his eyes immediately flew open again. His gaze met his wife's, and he recognised the concerned look she tried to veil behind an encouraging and welcoming smile — he had seen this before.

"Oh my dear, I am so pleased to have you back home. You have no idea how worried the girls and I have been and how anxious we were to finally have you here with us again. Even your mother decided to let her grudge rest for now, though I suppose your return will lead her back on her warpath with me." She saw his blinking slow down — a clear sign he was tired — and so, after a short pause, Cora added: "I'll let you rest for now. I will redo the dressing on your wound after dinner, as Doctor Clarkson instructed."

Robert still had trouble speaking with his throat feeling sore, but he managed to croak out: "I am so- I'm so sorry you all had to witness this. But what about the nurse Doctor Clarkson wanted to send up to the house along with me?"

Cora handed him a cup of water already standing on his nightstand when he started to cough, wincing and pressing his hand to his side all the while.

"I sent her back to the hospital, she's more needed there to help with all the hurt and sick in the village. I can care for you, and Doctor Clarkson explained it all quite well. I know that I am capable of doing it," Cora said confidently when she set the glass back down.

"You really shouldn't, these are trained people for a reason and I wouldn't want you to have to see this," he whispered in reply.

"But I want to, Robert. Please."

Robert knew that this was an argument he was not going to win, his wife was quite headstrong when she wanted to be and clearly, she wanted in this case. So instead of arguing some more, he simply nodded slowly before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep again.

Later that night, Cora excused herself directly after dinner ended, not joining her family in the drawing room as usual. Instead, she climbed the flights of stairs to go to her bedroom and care for Robert. Mary and Edith had offered to help with the wound dressing, but Robert had refused them much more profusely than he had Cora when they had gone up to welcome him home after tea.

She felt nervous, even though there was no particular reason for her to be. Her husband was home and he was safe. He had had an emergency surgery a fortnight ago and there were hours when she didn't know if she'd ever see him again, but she did. The doctors managed to save him, to keep him there with her, and now it was on her to help him get better.

Doctor Clarkson had shown her how to dress the wound in fresh bandages and how to apply the creams and tinctures to help the wound heal quicker and better, and hopefully also scar less. He had also told her when to give him what kind of medicine to help manage his pain and minimise his discomfort. She was prepared as best as anyone probably could be and still, she was nervous.

What would it look like, how bad would it be?

Taking a deep breath to calm her down, she opened the door and entered their shared bedroom to find him asleep on the bed. However, he wasn't sleeping as peacefully as she had hoped — his face was pulled into some sort of grimace of constant pain.

Quietly, she gathered the supplies she would need to care for his wound and neatly assembled them all on his nightstand. Then, she took a seat in the chair that was still pulled to his bedside and tried to gently wake him from his uneasy slumber.

Robert heard a familiar, gentle and soft voice ring out to him and slowly, it took him out of his uneasy dream. Almost hesitantly, he came to and found himself face to face with his smiling wife.

"What a sight for sore eyes," he whispered softly, his voice heavy with sleep.

A wide smile graced Cora's features when he slowly reached out his arm for her to take. Gingerly, she put her hand in his offered one. When his fingers closed around her delicate hand, she was surprised by the strength of his hold. He had barely managed to reach out his arm, but his hold was fast and steady. That fact encouraged her, it gave her hope.

"Can you sit up in bed? I am afraid it is time to change your bandages and apply the creams Doctor Clarkson prescribed," Cora said after a while of simply sitting there and holding hands.

Robert nodded and further strengthened his grip on her to hoist himself up.

However, before he could even try to sit up on his own, Cora asked: "Do you want some more medicine to manage the pain? You did not take any this afternoon and you seemed to be in quite some pain when you were asleep just now."

Shaking his head no, he replied: "No, I can manage without." After a few short seconds and seeing her doubting look, he tried to distract her and added: "Are you sure you want to do this? Maybe Cousin Isobel coul-"

"No, Robert. I won't trouble her with this," she retorted sternly. Then, Cora stood up from her seated position to help him sit up in bed as well. "And now, let me help you."

He tried. He truly thought he would be able to do it. After only a second of trying, though, the pain in his abdomen became too much to bear and he wincingly fell back into the pillows. He didn't move, inhaling and exhaling quite sharply as he pressed a hand to his upper belly.

Cora let him catch his breath and then handed him a tiny glass filled with a clear liquid she took from the nightstand. Silently, she urged him to drink it, promising him a sip of water afterwards.

"You don't have to be so brave with me, dear. Take the medicine and it will all be a bit easier, for both of us. I can't bear to see you in such pain, not when there is something I can do to help," she said when he only eyed the small glass, clearly hesitant to sip it.

Begrudgingly, Robert drank the medicine, pulling a funny face at the lingering bitter and unpleasant taste.

They sat in silence for a little while, waiting for the medication to start working its magic. Slowly, Robert's tensely clenched jaw began to relax and his steely grip on the bed frame loosened.

"Let us try again, Cora," Robert said with a determined expression.

It cost him great strength and it hurt immensely, but he did it. They did. Somehow, he got into a seated position and managed to stay there while she unwrapped the white cloth bandages that were tightly wound around his torso.

The less his chest and belly were covered, the more her hands started to quiver. She kept her eyes fixed on the slowly disappearing bandages, until finally, the last of them fell away and she saw the wound.

Her breath got caught in her throat. She had imagined a lot, but nothing seemed to have come close to the reality. The wound was long and crooked, the edges jagged. It was painfully obvious that this had not been a planned operation. The flesh held together by the many stitches was coloured a sort of angry red, and it looked incredibly painful.

"That's why I wanted the nurse here to take care of this, at least in the beginning. I did not want you to have to see this, not when it still looks as bad as this," Robert whispered. He had noticed her hesitation and had seen and felt her movements cease when the bandages were gone.

Cora shook her head slightly at that.

"Why? You are my husband and I vowed to take care of you. I am not a young girl you could scare to death with this. You have been injured and I want to take care of you, that's all there is to it," she said, motioning towards his wound and the medical supplies on his nightstand.

With determination in her eyes, she set about caring for the scarring wound the way the doctor had instructed her to and before long, Robert got to lie back down with a fresh bandage wrapped around his torso underneath his nightshirt. This was exhausting, he had to admit, and he almost immediately dozed off into a light slumber.

Not much later, Cora got into bed next to him after her lady's maid had left the room. Baxter had worked silently and very efficiently so that she would not wake him when she helped Cora get ready for the night.

The mattress shifted when she got into bed, the motion woke him up and he watched as she tried to come closer while still trying to keep some distance between them so that she would not unintentionally hurt him.

"Thank you for doing this," Robert said, his voice heavy with sleep.

"We will manage this, you'll see. Just don't hesitate to take the pain medication from Doctor Clarkson, it is there to help you. You don't have to prove anything to me. It is not admitting a weakness or even defeat. You never have to be brave with me, dear."

Cora sat up in bed and placed an innocent kiss on his lips when he hesitantly nodded in agreement, followed by another one she placed on his jaw. Then, she settled back into bed and pulled the covers up over the two of them.

"Cora?" he asked again shortly thereafter.

She had already begun falling asleep, feeling exhausted after this day, and only managed a small: "Mmh?" in reply.

"I know this is hard for you, all of it. Just know one thing: you don't have to be so brave with me, either," he said firmly in the silence that had fallen over their room. His hand left the space on his belly where it had been resting until then and softly fell into the space between them.

Cora turned off the lights and settled into bed next to him. She couldn't cuddle up to him or even lie too close without possibly hurting him. But she could hold his hand, and so she did.

That night, for the first time in two weeks, she fell into an easy sleep, not haunted by a gruesome nightmare that took her back to the dinner party. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, thinking that finally, things were looking up again. She had her husband back home with her. Robert was lying next to her, he would eventually recover and she would help him as best she could. That was a promise she gave him and herself.

Things would turn out alright for them in the end, she was sure of it.

#cobert winter writing exchange 2023 #Cobert winter fanfic exchange 2023 #cobert fanfiction #cobert #robert crawley #cora crawley #downton abbey fanfiction #downton abbey

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onemorecoffeeee · 1 year

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“This isn’t what I wanted…”

Downton Abbey: A new era

#cobert #downton abbey #cora crawley #robert crawley #hugh bonneville #elizabeth mcgovern #mcgonneville #cobert romance #cobert feels #otp #downton abbey a new era #downton abbey cast #downton abbey fandom #downton abbey movie

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ohtobealady · 4 days

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Love your cobert drabbles and fanfics!! Please write more!! Hope you are doing well 😘🥰😉

So I had a very, very old request for a long-lost prompt list. They requested #18 which was an angsty “All you had to do was stay.” I do not know where that request went, so I am answering this more open-ended one from 2020 instead. Thank you Anon of Bygone Times. I am doing well! And I hope you are, too.

Just felt like doing a little something! Hurt/Comfort really. Post ANE. Please forgive the clunkiness xoxox

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Angst #18 - All You Had to Do Was Stay

Her mouth felt as if it was stuffed with cotton and her tongue felt dry and thick. It was over, but the taste remained: mineraly and sharp, a bitter tang. It filled up her entire mouth and nose, the taste and smell indistinguishable from each other. She needed water.

Cora opened her eyes and immediately blinked. She worked for a moment to adjust her vision, pressing her eyelids softly and then peering into the afternoon rays of sun coming in at an odd angle to the room. Oh, her head pounded and throbbed. Water; where was the water?

She closed her eyes again and rested her head back against the thin pillow. She’d prayed it wouldn’t be like this. The first few times she’d done the treatment, as Doctor Clarkson had called it, she’d gagged, of course. But she managed the small measured portions of raw liver she’d been prescribed to eat over the course of the day. She could have the injections just as soon as they were shipped from London; this would get easier—less frequent. But after a week, and with the shipment still missing, she found she could no longer stomach it. She managed her portion at luncheon, just barely finding the strength to swallow the gelatinous mush in her mouth that had once been neat cubes upon her plate. But then the vomiting began at tea. And it didn’t stop. The smell of it, the vomit a dark red in the basin, set her mouth to watering and nose burning as a precursor to even more retching.

So Robert had taken her here the next morning—this morning—, in spite of her protesting, to the hospital.

Cora groaned. Whatever strength and newfound energy she’d enjoyed before was completely depleted now and what remained were aches and fatigue. She wouldn’t think of what it may mean—that the incessant vomiting of the last day and night had undone all of her progress—but instead tried her best to look at the bright side. The injections would be in soon, and there’d be less liver. Not no liver, she knew. But less. She could stomach less.

With this, she opened her eyes again. Late afternoon, she could tell. The hospital bed beneath her felt stiff and narrow. The quilt was rough. She attempted to ease herself up slowly, the blood in her head thumping and her stomach sore from its terrible labor.

But then the small creak of a wooden chair to her right, and the warm weight of his hand upon her blanketed shin stilled her.

“Lie back.”

“Robert,” her voice croaked softly, her protest pitiful and weak. “I’m alright.”

“You aren’t. You need rest.”

Despite her scoff, Cora did lie back. She hadn’t even the energy to roll her eyes. “I’m alright. Really.”

“So you said.” His voice was gentler in his contradiction than before, and even though her eyes were closed, Cora could feel the way he shifted in the wooden chair. She could feel the way he leaned closer to her, and she felt his hand move from her leg and to her arm. His fingers encircled it, and she felt him draw a soft line along the thin and fragile bone of the inside of her wrist. She sighed; her head hurt a little less. “We were pleased to see you’ve kept down the last portion.”

She hummed a reply. “Best not to speak too soon.”

“Doctor Clarkson says if you can keep down the next, he’ll send us home to bed.”

She swallowed down what she wanted to respond: She didn’t want another portion. The very thought of it prickled up beads of cold sweat upon her hairline. She did groan, but took in a long breath to steady herself. “I’ve been resting all day.”

“Yes. And he has given you direction to rest as much as possible tomorrow. That is, if you’re well enough to leave.”

“Oh, Robert,” she opened her eyes. “I don’t wish to take up a bed for anyone who may really need it.”

She felt the way his fingers moved upon her wrist. “I suppose you think you don’t?”

“I don’t need it. I’ve been ill, yes, but not ill enough for constant monitoring.” She shook her head, closed her eyes, and swallowed down the dry burn of her throat. Her voice was hoarse from the vomiting. “Besides, I’d like to see you try keeping all that liver down.”

His fingers tightened. The chair creaked. And in the absence of what she thought would be a low chuckle, Cora slowly opened her eyes to find him looking down at her.

“I wish I could do this for you.”

She sighed. “Do what?” she asked, even though she knew.

“All of it.”

She knew. Her chest ached when he looked away from her, his chin trembling. Yes, she knew. For she felt the same when he was lying in this bed a few short years ago and she was the one on the creaking chair praying that somehow they could exchange places. She’d suffer it for him, she knew. And he would suffer this for her. “Oh, darling.“

“I hate seeing you so ill. Last night. I’m so terribly sorry you must endure this.”

It took more energy than she thought she had to slip her wrist from his grasp and for her fingers to find his hand instead. She squeezed, quickly and firmly, and smiled when he at last met her eye.

“No. I don’t want that. No apologies or pity. Hmm?” She smiled wider for his sake, and she tried her best to level her voice, to not sound quite so weak. “All I want is this. For you to stay beside me. Holding my hand.”

He chuckled, softly and sadly. “You’ll have some of my pity. It can’t be helped.” At this, he brought her fingers to his lips and pressed them. They felt warm against her skin. “But I will hold your hand.”

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adoracora-elizabeth · 4 months

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Cobert winter fanfic exchange 2023

Here is my input for the Cobert winter fanfic exchange 2023. Thank you @bella-caecilia for letting me enter.

Theme: Hurt/comfort

My one-word prompt was: 'Seclusion'.

And my dialogue prompt was: “I’m here. Don’t worry.”

The family had gathered for Christmas Eve. Violet insisted that Cora would host this year's Christmas Eve dinner. It was her first Christmas as a Viscountess. She was still figuring out what was expected of her and adapting to the British culture. She did not understand why Violet had insisted she would host this dinner. Violet was the Lady of the house and should be the one hosting dinners.

Rosamund had stepped in and gave Cora some tips on who to invite and how. She had spent hours writing the invitation letters and setting up a menu with Mrs. Patmore. For after the dinner she arranged a string quartet to play in the great hall.

The evening was going well. To Cora’s surprise, the table seating had gotten Violet’s approval. All the guests enjoyed the food and were lively talking with each other. Cora had two men next to her, whom she had never met before. They did talk with her, but she noticed that the way they talked with her was different from the way they talked with other Ladies. It had hurt her, that she was treated differently. She could feel the looks people gave her.

Cora had hoped that by now people would be used to her being American. It had been ten months since she became Viscountess, ten hard months she had to admit. Robert visited her regularly at night, he even spent a full night next to her occasionally. During the day, she hoped he would give her more attention. Be there for her, but it was like he did not genuinely love her.

She had questioned that from the moment they said yes to each other, she had accepted the fact that there was no true love. Even though, she hoped he would stand up for her more. Violet scolded her a lot as if she was a little child. She had gotten looks from her during tonight's dinner, that she could only hope the guests would not notice.

Robert looked at Cora across the table, when you looked at her briefly, you would not think she did not grow up in this environment. She fitted in perfectly, for the fast eye. But Robert knew better, she was not fitting in, at least, the people were not letting her fit in. They secluded her a lot, he could see it in the way the man next to Cora spoke with her. It did not help, that his mother was openly criticizing his wife.

He did not understand it, she asked him to marry for money. He did, there was not a richer, available woman, to be found in England at the moment he married Cora. But his mother had not wanted that woman to be American.

The American in Cora was what attracted him the most to her, besides her stunning appearance. There was a sense of freedom surrounding her, and he loved that. Although the marriage was not grown out of love, he started to feel more and more in love with her. Cora was beautiful, her face was that of a porcelain doll. And her body was irresistible, he loved touching her in every way possible. Robert felt his lips curl up; he could not wait to see her body change in the coming months.

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All the guests were in the great hall. Violet and Patrick opened the evening with a dance, Robert and Cora followed. Robert held Cora close, he could see in her eyes, that she was anxious. He could also feel it in her body, she was tense. He could not blame her, the moment they entered the great hall, not a single guest had started a conversation with her. Was there anything he could do to change that?

He felt Cora let out a sigh, he stopped worrying and looked down at her. Did he see a tear in her eyes? It could not be, she was always so strong when they were in company. "What is wrong?" He asked while he kept twirling her around.

Cora got spooked when Robert spoke, she looked up and had to lower her eyes directly. The look in his eyes made her choke up. She felt his hand on her back pull her closer to him. "Never mind." she said, he would not understand how it hurt her, that the guests were talking about her. She overheard two men: 'You see that, she cannot even dance properly' 'Does she even know how….' the rest of that sentence she did not hear, Robert had twirled her around at that moment.

When the music stopped briefly, Robert took Cora's hand and guided her off the dance floor. They stepped outside the great hall.

"Robert?" Cora said surprised. "Where are we going? We cannot leave. Mama will be furious!"

"What happened just now on the dancefloor?" He put his hand on her cheek.

Cora felt her eyes burning, but she was not going to cry. Her emotions were normally not easily to see, but since a couple of weeks, it was hard to supress her emotions.

"Cora, I do not like, that Mama is taking credit for tonight. You organised an incredible Christmas eve dinner and the string quartet was a fabulous idea. Look at everybody dancing."

"Oh, Robert, I will never be good enough, no matter how hard I try."

"Why do you say that?" Robert knew it was a stupid question, it was obvious why she felt that way.

Cora looked at him and gave him a faint smile. "We should go back. I do not want to be scolded in the morning or even worse in front of everybody."

Robert put Cora's face in his hands. "I love you" He saw doubt in Cora's eyes. "I mean it. Darling. I love you." All of a sudden, his eyes lit up. "You know what would make this evening even merrier?"

Cora was shocked, did he say he loved her. Did he honestly say that?

"We should announce our little secret tonight." He put his hand on Cora's abdomen. She was carrying his child, and he could not be prouder of her.

Cora's hand covered Robert's. "Are you sure? Do you think Mama will like that?"

Robert snorted. "I do not care. I like it. This little one will be the next Viscount of Downton and I want the world to know that you made me the happiest men alive." He kissed her passionately and then started to walk back to the great hall.

Even though her mind was racing, she kissed him back. What if there was a little girl growing and not a little boy. Would Robert still be happy?

Robert turned around and stretched his arm out. "We are going to tell this together and you will be the talk of tonight but this time in a positive way. I just know. Come…."

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Cora had crawled into a ball; the night had not turned out like Robert had predicted. She had been the talk of the evening indeed, but not in the positive way Robert had hoped. The gossip had only gotten louder and harder after they announced her pregnancy. As soon as she could excuse herself, she rushed upstairs and went to bed.

She heard her bedroom door open and recognised Robert's footsteps. A sudden chilly wind over her back told her he lifted the covers to crawl next to her. Before she knew it, he pulled her against his chest. She tried to stop her tears. It was such a relief that he was with her at this moment. He could have gone to his own bed, but he made the decision to be with her.

Very softly he said: "I'm here, don't worry. You are going to prove to all those stuck-up people that you are better than all of them together." He lowered his hand to her abdomen. "You are growing our little wonder, and we will be a family. Just the three of us. They can seclude you all they want, but one day you will be the Countess of Grantham. The first American-born Countess of Grantham, my wife, my Cora, my pride."

Cora turned around in his arms and faced Robert. "Do you think that I will make you proud one day?"

"One day?" He said surprised. "You cannot understand how proud I am already. You hosted a perfect Christmas Eve dinner; you stood strong while they were gossiping about you. You did not falter, not one second. But Cora, I want you to know, that I do not care about their opinions. I know why I chose you."

"For my money." Cora murmured, lowering her face.

"That was one of the reasons. Yes, you are correct." He put his hand under Cora's chin to lift up her face again. "However, your beauty was what attracted me to you. And when we first started talking, I knew you were an intelligent woman, and I knew I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life." He pressed a kiss on her lips. His hand was still on her abdomen, Cora curled her fingers around his. "And God willing, we will have many more of those wonderful announcements to make in the future.

Cora chuckled. "Let us first see how this will go and then we can see."

Robert crashed his mouth on Cora’s. "As long as I can have terrific fun with my beautiful wife, I am alright with one little wonder." He said when he pulled back for air.

#cora crawley #downton abbey #robert crawley #downton #fanfiction #cobert #Cobert winter fanfic exchange 2023

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