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revawake · 1 year

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Lottie pre-crash eating her breakfast alone save for the maid who works for the Matthews, who is both Lottie's subject in a way (serving her) and her superior in a way (acting as an extension of her father's will, serving her medications she's not allowed to decline).

Lottie as an adult crafting herself a home where she can permanently banish the isolation and powerlessness of her childhood without losing its comforts. She's fixing it. She'll be what her father wasn't. Loving, not cruel. Liberating, not tyrannical.

She's a healer. She's a leader! She acts graciously when one of her servants followers serves her maca root instead of ashwaghanda. She makes it a rule that they can leave whenever they want!

Lottie in the wilderness hallucinating all her friends eating together, and look, even though she's died her disciple best friend Laura Lee is there and she already served got her some takeout! And Jackie isn't there there's one free seat just for Lottie!

Lottie's the good queen. Someone has to be! They can't all be unborn queens, she tells herself, or else she everyone would starve!

#lottie matthews #yellowjackets meta #hopefully this isn't kicking a hornet's nest (pun intended) but for real though.#why do we not feel like acknowledging that lottie likes being served and having subjects?#she's the antler queen not the antler comrade!!!!! for fucks sake!!!!!#this is not an anti lottie post btw i just get annoyed when she's so often characterized as purely compassionate and nurturing #as if she can't genuinely be those things AND manipulative and controlling #like there's so much more of this character to chew on (pun also intended)#stop shopping for purity at the cannibalism show etc etc #i want to do a longer post now comparing lottie being served food to lottie serving food because the latter is a WHOLE other can of worms #lottie killing the bear - lottie blessing the meals / let's collect its blessings (the starlings)#lottie feeding nat and travis her own blood - lottie serving jackie the hot cocoa of death making her a permanent subject of the underworld #^and freeing up the throne in the process.#oh yeah and lottie attempting to hunt / serve travis as food. that's a big one sorry i forgot flex!!!

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wolfpawn · 5 years

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When Ghosts Come For Us

Chapter 54

NOTE This is based on the movie Crimson Peak, so if any of the subject matter in that was uncomfortable for you, you will find this similar. I will *NOT* be describing incest in this, it will only be implied, same as the movie.

As I have stated already, my laptop is broken at present so please excuse grammar mistakes and the lack of GIFs and pics.

Also, I do not own any image or gif used in this story.

HERE is the link to Chapter 1 on Ao3

Rating - Mature

“Thomas!” Charlotte, though still recovering from her illness, she was getting better every day as a result of her strict routine of care while in the company of her husband and child, both lifting her mood any time she set eyes on them, and with no mines to take Thomas for the majority of the daylight hours, that was a significant amount of time to spend with her. She rushed through the house as fast as she could, looking for her husband, an elated smile on her face and a letter in her hand. “Oliver?” She looked at the man serving her husband as a result of his usefulness and good work ethic. “By any chance, have you seen Thomas?”

“Sir Sharpe is in the drawing room, Lady Sharpe.”

“Thank you.” She turned and went where she needed to go without so much as a backward glance.

She rushed through the house to her husband and when she got to the drawing room, knocked on the door for a moment with great enthusiasm before entering, a somewhat startled Thomas looking at her as she entered. “Lottie, are you…?” “Edward and Joanne are to be married.” “I...what?” “Edward and Joanne, they are marrying next week.” “So soon? Is she in trouble?”

“No, Edward would never do such a thing after his own coming to be, they simply do not wish to delay, the reverend is leaving to deal with some matter in London and there will be another taking over his services whilst he is away and they simply cannot wait for his return so they are to be wed on Monday. Isn’t this the most wonderful news.” Thomas frowned slightly. “You would think they would wait for your return.” “Oh Thomas, I am not returning to Cumbria until Spring. I could never want them to wait that long, and you forget other issues.” Thomas was forced to concede it was true, waiting for Charlotte to return would be peculiar as none outside of themselves, Edward, his fiance and his housekeeper knew of the close familial link between the pair. “It still feels wrong.” “See the good in it, Darling husband. They are to be married, oh what wonderful news.” Charlotte was practically giddy with excitement.

Thomas could only smile at her happiness for her brother. “I am happy for them. We will have to send a gift.”

Charlotte’s eyes lit up. “We will. What would be apt, do you think?”

“I cannot think of something right now but no doubt you will think of something with some time to think over it, you are superb at gift choosing, you take such care to get something of true value to others.” He smiled encouragingly.

“Perhaps you are right.” She sighed before looking around. “What is this?” She walked forward and frowned. “Is it something to do with the machines, it looks peculiar.” Thomas looked at the plans in front of him. “It is nothing to do with any of that, I am merely brainstorming a new invention.” “Oh, wonderful. What will it do?” “Change Allerdale Hall, should my predictions be right. But for now, it is merely an idea.” “I have every faith in you.” She placed her hand to his cheek. “My handsome husband.” “My beautiful Lottie, I would be so lost without you.” It had been a fortnight since Thomas had arrived in Foxgrove, and in that time, his health had improved immeasurably, he slept and ate well and had not been ill once. The shadows and cries disappeared without a trace from his mind and he never felt worried regarding them. Instead, he was rejuvenated and felt that it was having his family and himself away from Allerdale Hall that was a significant part of it. If he never returned to that house, Thomas Sharpe suspected he would be a happy man.

As well as that, Charlotte’s health continued to improve. Having her son and husband in her company often lifted her spirits and made her feel all the better, as well as her illness beginning to subside and her recovery continued. She had suffered pneumonia multiple times before as a result of her cruel parents' treatment of her as a child, it took more time for her to recover than others would. She could speak again and was able to walk around for a more prolonged time, though she was still susceptible to getting tired easily and often required resting in the afternoon, something Thomas encouraged, often simply sitting in the room with her as she did so, reading Blake to her.

The fact that the mines were not there to pull him from her, Thomas and Charlotte spent the majority of their day together, something of an abnormality in the world of the wealthy, where spouses rarely saw one another from dawn until dusk. While most avoided it, Thomas and Charlotte cherished it. For an hour or two some days, Thomas would go to the drawing room for time to work on some plan or another, but for the most part, their days were spent together, especially when Thomas Jr was to be brought to them, then the family ensured, no matter what, they were together, undisturbed. Thomas Jr was changing so swiftly, he babbled non-stop to his parents on reaching them, according to his nursemaids, he was not near as vocal with them. Thomas and Charlotte thought to themselves as to make comment as to why that was, that their son knew of their ties to him as his parents, but they said nothing.

There was nothing said of Charlotte’s intellect or suspected lack of publicly by the staff, none wanting to test Thomas’s threat of them being without employment post haste. The staff learnt quickly what the new routine was, more than one noting it was suggested by Margaret to do so before Sir Sharpe had demanded it, but few openly acknowledging it. They listened and learned and in turn, made the house more to Thomas and Charlotte’s liking, even Lucille seemed to note, in her heavily drugged state, that the house was more akin to how she knew Allerdale Hall to be and seemed to settle more.

Charlotte insisted, much to Thomas’s dislike, that they allow her view Thomas Jr from a distance again. Thomas wanted her nowhere near their son, but Charlotte reminded him that she was very much tied to the bed and that Thomas Jr seemed to cause her to settle more. Charlotte was unsure as to why that was, she noted the severe lack of hatred in Lucille’s eyes for the child as opposed to the adults, but she was willing to do what was required to make the house easier to deal with and if that meant letting her see Thomas Jr, then Charlotte thought it a good idea. Thomas wanted to argue, but even he had to admit that Lucille did seem to be more frustrated even in her current state than she had been when she was allowed to look at Thomas Jr, they went to show her the baby. The care staff they had for the bedridden woman were apprehensive to allow her even see the baby, having realised she was violent, but Thomas checked every strap twice and gave his sister the same warning glare he did when they used to let her see Thomas Jr in Allerdale Hall before allowing Charlotte enter the room with him, him immediately taking the baby from her and holding him close to the door. Lucille’s eyes welled with tears as she looked at the dark-haired baby in her brother’s arms. The nurses looked in shock as they realised the immediate effect he seemed to have on the invalid woman. Thomas and Charlotte remained stoic and stone-faced but remained in their positions for several minutes before Thomas gave Thomas Jr to Amelia so that he could be fed. Lucille’s eyes followed frantically but no sooner was Thomas Jr out of the room, so too were Thomas and Charlotte.

“Have you been doing your art since you came?”

Charlotte looked curiously at her husband, who she had thought had been working on his designs. “No.” “It would do you good,” He encouraged. “It allows you to do something you like whilst you recover.” “I am not in the mood.” Thomas frowned. Of late, Charlotte did little but sit around and read. It concerned him slightly, hence his suggestion she draw or paint. “Lottie?” She barely looked at him. “Are you alright?”

“Fine.” Thomas was no expert in women, but usually, the use of the term “Fine” when describing a state of being by a woman, it tended to mean she was anything but, which was cause for concern. He swallowed slightly and attempted to get closer to her, worried as to how she would react. “Speak to me, Lottie.”

“I feel fine.” She repeated, her annoyed tone telling him that she was indeed, not as content as she could be.

“Lottie?” She shot to her feet. “Why will you not speak to me? Before you stated I would not, yet now I am trying to get you to do so, you ignore my requests for such.”

Charlotte paused as she was forced to acknowledge his words. “I am not…” She turned to face him, chewing the inside of her lip.

“Lottie, speak to me.” He encouraged.

Charlotte said nothing, instead walking in front of him and sighing before looking into his blue eyes and leaning up, kissing him chastely on the lips as she did so. When he leant into the kiss, she placed her hands to the sides of his face and continued the actions, kissing him with increasing fervour as she did so.

For a few moments, Thomas was not entirely sure what it was that Charlotte was attempting to portray with her actions, but as she pushed him backwards, onto the chaise lounge chair behind him, straddling his hips as he held her to him. It was then he realised the manner in which she was acting and what she wished to portray through it. “Lottie...we...room....” It was difficult to speak as he felt wrong taking his lips from hers. But she did not seem to listen, instead pulling down his suspenders from his shoulders and opened his breeches to allow her access to his body. Startled but incredibly aroused by her forwardness, Thomas found himself lifting her skirts to access her body beneath, his lips not leaving hers as they did so. For several minutes, they toyed with one another, touching each other’s bodies as though starved of them for the longest time.

When Oliver went to enter the room to offer Thomas his evening tea, he was met with a scene he had not been expecting, his employers like two feral animals in their drawing room. As soon as Margaret came with Charlotte’s tea, she paused for a moment before walking back out the door. Finally released from his state of shock, Oliver joined her, allowing Thomas and Charlotte privacy once more. Neither said anything of the scene they bore witness to between themselves or anyone else in the house.

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