Love those notes :)
And isn’t it sad that they didn’t brave that storm (the scandal breaking, the reputation of the family at stake, the whispers behind the back, the pitying looks) together?
To me, it is.
Love those notes :)
And isn’t it sad that they didn’t brave that storm (the scandal breaking, the reputation of the family at stake, the whispers behind the back, the pitying looks) together?
To me, it is.
My love, I send this smile over to you.
I was answering to the comments on this post of mine, on Mary, Pamuk and Julian Fellowes, but of course it got away from me, and since I don’t want to put a paper on your dash, I’m writing a new post, with a ‘read more’ break.
First thing first, thank you for expressing your opinions in such a polite and in-depth way under that post. It makes discussion all the more interesting even if it’s been a few years now since the Pamuk episode aired. I really appreciated all your insights :)
I also think this comment to the post, by scheherazadeship, basically sums up the whole matter pretty well:
I have conflicting feelings. I felt it was sort of rapey- but Mary seemed to consent at the end. Then the scene changed.
And this is one of the reasons why the scene is so debated, at least within the fandom, and only, I think, among these who have a preference for Mary’s character, because, as I said in the original post, the majority of the media and the very protagonists of the show (the actors, the writers) don’t seem to have a problem with it.
As some of you might know, I think it was rape.
At the very best, it was coercion to have sex, which is not the same thing as consensual sex.
Downton Abbey; The Complete Scripts S2. Deleted scene from S2E2. It’s fascinating that Fellowes’ canon has Isobel, Robert, and Cora all assuming that Matthew will not want to see Mary with her new suitor; and this when Matthew has his own fiancé in tow. Isobel and Mary’s family should have staged an intervention for Matthew ;)
Very interesting. Really, everybody knew except them. It’s so sad, isn’t it, that it took them so long to realise? I wish they’d trusted each other and their love more when they were younger, but they still didn’t know how lucky they truly were.
Direct continuation of this, and, just like its predecessor, inspired by a recent S5 BTS pic (you will understand which one as soon as you read the ficlet). Imagine these stories set in 1924, like an AU S5 of sorts.
Image not mine.
I do hope you enjoy :)
Have a lovely Saturday!
“Are you sure you don’t want to join us? We’ll just have some refreshments, and then we can go home together, if you wish,” Mary asked as they were all standing near the car.
“No, thank you, dear, it’s been a very long morning,” Cora answered. “But you two have fun, and enjoy the rest of the day.”
Cora leaned in to kiss her daughter’s cheek and smiled at Matthew before getting in the car.
“We’ll send the car back,” Robert said following his wife, the driver shutting the door behind him.
“That’s not necessary, Robert, we’ll take a cab when it’s time to come home,” Matthew said just as the driver started the car.
Robert nodded, and the car moved off and away in the trafficked streets of London.
Only then Mary turned toward her husband.
“A cab, darling?” she enquired raising one perfect eyebrow. “May I ask what do you have in mind?”
Matthew chuckled, then reached down and took her gloved hand in his.
“Nothing really,” he said shrugging, “but your mother did suggest that we enjoy the rest of the day, and since I don’t know when it will be the next time I’ll have my beautiful wife all for myself, I thought I’d make the most of it now.”
Mary gave him a knowing smile, squeezing his hand in thanks at his subtle compliment. “I thought you were enjoying the Season,” she teased as they began walking.
“I am, very much so, but, darling, it’s been three weeks already, and I think I miss having our own space.”
Mary didn’t answer, but she smiled to herself as she had to concede that even Downton, which wasn’t exactly a small house, felt crowded sometimes, so naturally things only got more complicated when they were in London with the rest of the family- but then, they always found ways to enjoy each other’s company undisturbed, and so she didn’t really feel like complaining.
“Well then,” Mary said finally as she linked her arm with Matthew’s. “I say we stop for tea now, and then we’ll do whatever suits our fancy.”
“Isn’t that Tony, Tony Foyle?” Mary asked.
Matthew looked up just in time to see the very man turn, and smile at them from afar.
He said goodbye to the man he’d been talking to, and walked to them.
“Mary, Matthew, what a pleasure to meet you here,” he said shaking Matthew’s hand and patting his shoulders in greeting.
“Likewise,” Matthew said as Tony leaned down to kiss Mary’s cheek affectionately. “Would you care to join us for tea? We were just about to have some.”
“Actually, I had more than one refill for the morning. I came in this part of the city to meet someone earlier, and I was just heading home. What about you?”
“Just paying visits,” Mary replied. “Come now, Tony, we haven’t seen each other in such a long time, was it the last shooting party? I think it was.”
“Yes,” he confirmed, “the one at Liddell Abbey. It was a good day.”
“I seem to remember you broke your personal record, didn’t you?” Matthew reminded, a note of appreciation in his tone, and Tony smiled shyly, but clearly pleased with himself.
“Sit with us for a while, I’m sure Mabel can spare you from some more minutes,” Mary said and Tony shrugged and finally complied, following them into the busy tearoom, while Matthew asked for a table.
They placed their orders and in a few minutes they were served.
“So, have you been in London long? It seems strange we had not run into each other yet,” Matthew asked.
“No, not long. In fact, we only arrived some days ago, and we’ve been busy settling down ever since, you know how it is, new house and everything.”
“But have you been well?” Mary asked. “You look well,” she said appraising him more carefully. There was something about him that seemed different, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.
“I am, thank you. I just-”
He looked from her to Matthew and back again, and a small laugh escaped his lips.
“Do you know, you will find out very soon anyway, but I’m so overjoyed at the moment that I think I will have to tell you and spoil all the surprise, much to Mabel’s chagrin.”
“Now you must tell us, I hope you know it,” Mary joked looking at Matthew, who raised his eyebrows at her, clearly confused like she was.
“Well, if you must know… the big news is Mabel is pregnant. We will be parents before the end of the year.”
There were exclamations of joy and congratulations were exchanged, and Tony told them how they had been hoping for it, but not expecting it at all, and how positively overwhelmed by it they both were.
“Of course you are,” Matthew said. “And you will be even more when you will actually meet your child.”
Mary met his eyes briefly over the table, and the first moments of Matthew with George relived in her mind as clear as if it had been only yesterday, and not almost three years ago.
Watching him, she knew without a doubt that he too was remembering these same precious instants.
“Of course there’s the matter of succession, which worries me a little, I must admit, but-”
“You don’t have to worry about that now, and you already saved your estate, which is more than many of your peers can say.”
“Mabel’s money did that, but I still need a son to take over the estate, if not the title.”
“It is too soon to worry about that, and believe me, it will be a joy whatever happens. You won’t even think of that once they’ll put the baby in your arms,” Matthew said.
“Or maybe you will, but only for a very short time,” Mary added, and a look to Matthew told her that he knew very well how much that same worry had plagued her mind for some time during her pregnancy, more than it ever had troubled him, even though she had not wanted to share these worries at the time.
Her husband was right, though.
She had felt relief flowing over her when they told her it was a boy, but the moment they’d put him in her arms, that had not mattered anymore.
She’d been enchanted by her little prince from the very start, and when his eyes had finally opened and his lips had smacked together, she’d felt such a powerful wave of protectiveness and emotion, that she had to close her eyes for some time in order to keep her composure, and when she’d opened them again, her baby was still staring up at her, as he could already see her, even though she knew that was not possible yet.
He saw her so clearly now, and in some ways he seemed to know her better than anyone else, just like his father did.
Matthew used to say that George knew the true Mary, and every time he said that, a soft pride would warm Mary’s heart.
That same pride was making her smile now, as Tony and Matthew kept talking.
“And anyway,” Matthew was saying, “you never know. By the time your son or daughter is born it might not matter anymore.”
“I heard about that,” Tony conceded, “but I doubt things will change that fast.”
“The world is changing,” Mary said with a little shrug. “We’re all facing challenges we didn’t even imagine before the war, but here we are, and here we must be.”
Tony nodded, and finally a smile spread on his face.
“We did not start as you did, Mabel and I,” he said. “We didn’t marry for love, you know it.”
“Many among our kind of people don’t,” Mary said, and her smile turned soft as she watched her husband, for she was painfully aware of how different things might have turned out, and she was grateful everyday for what they had, for the second chance they had been given.
“But we are getting along pretty well,” Tony continued, “and I think… yes, I think this baby is coming at the right time for us.”
“I’m very glad to hear that,” Matthew said gently, and Tony nodded gratefully, before sighing and finally standing up.
“I really must go now,” he said, “but it’s been a pleasure to see you, truly. And you must come for supper. I’ll arrange things with Mabel and let you know when.”
“Of course,” Mary said, “give Mabel our love.”
Tony said goodbye and left, and for some moments Mary and Matthew stayed in silence, finishing their tea and enjoying the quietness.
“Have you thought about what we should do next, then?” Mary asked after a while, setting down her empty cup.
Matthew’s eyes shot up to hers, and a tender smile was playing around the corners of his mouth.
“I have to say, all that talk about babies made me think of our own little chap at home, and… I think I miss him? As mad as that sounds as we only said goodbye to him earlier this morning!”
For some reason, that didn’t sound mad at all to Mary.
“You never did finish to read him that story,” she said. “What was it? You know he loves it when you do the different voices.”
They shared a gentle laugh and knowing looks at the fond memories, and Mary thought that George wasn’t the only one enjoying these moments, as it was always hard to tell who was having more fun, father or son.
“Yes, he does,” Matthew said then, getting up and extending his hand to Mary.
She took it and stood up gracefully.
Matthew paid for their tea, and offered her his arm.
“Alright then, let’s go home,” she said as they walked.
“Are you sure you don’t mind too much, darling?” he asked, stopping just in front of the exit door.
And Mary smiled, shaking her head no.
“You know, Matthew, I think I don’t mind at all!”
"If you really like an argument…"
"…we should see more of each other."
And see more of each other they did, through war and peace, and tragedy and bliss, from fingers sliding akwardly away from the other’s, to hands joining naturally, and it all came back together in full circle, as we were told one of the most engaging, epic love stories ever seen on television.
Isn’t that reason enough to celebrate?
So this is what this MM Celebration day, March 29, is about. A day to celebrate this incredible couple, and to share all sort of things about them.
♦ So, how does it work?
You have a little less than a month to create whatever you like in order to celebrate MM as a couple and as a family (which can include George if you like! I really, really do) during that day. Start thinking now and let your immagination run!
Posting will happen all throughout Saturday, 29th March. No matter your timezone, as soon as midnight strikes and the day changes to 29, you can start posting :)
♥ That’s splendid, but what can I post?
As I said, whatever you like, but here’s a list of some of the things that come to mind:
♣ There are rules I have to keep in mind?
Yes, only two.
♠ Anything else I need to know?
No, you’re good!
As I final note, I highly encourage writers to post their stories on fanfiction.net too, so that people can review there if they like (and I encourage that too, as feedback is alway, always great).
As always, if you have questions, contact me and I’ll be glad to answer them. Any answer/reminder of the event will be tagged with the “MM Celebration Day” tag.
Now, dear MM shippers, it’s up to you! Spread the word and enjoy the MM love :)
A long, soft kiss can be just as sexy and emotional as an all-consuming make out session. And we love Mary and Matthew so much that seeing them smooch gives us butterflies in our stomachs.
By the time they finally made it to the entrance, a little crowd had formed around them.
It was mostly the few nursed that assisted Dr. Clarkson in his daily duties in the small country hospital, all of them more than happy to put their ongoing activities on hold for a few minutes to see off the new happy family.
Some of the recovering patients with their visiting relatives were tagging along as well, and it seemed some of villagers living nearby had come, having perhaps noticed the little gathering outside the hospital doors and thought something worth seeing was going on.
It seemed a little too grand for such a common occurrence as that of a new mother leaving the hospital with a newborn child and her husband, but then, Isobel thought with a small smile directed at the new mother in question, it wasn’t every day that the eldest daughter of the Earl of Grantham took home her son and next heir in line for the very first time in his life.
Tom, who stood by Isobel a little farther away from the crowd, made a comment about how they’d managed to assemble a little goodbye committee without even meaning it, and Isobel chuckled, gazing on as her beloved son thanked left and right, the biggest smile lightening up his darling face, as he spoke with this or that, never too far from Mary and the baby child sleeping in her arms, one of his hands constantly resting at the small of her back.
His family, Isobel thought with a happy sigh, and she wished for a moment that Reginald could be there to see this as she was, but then, she mused as she caught Mary’s eyes and they shared a smile, she was sure he was watching this too, and that he was so incredibly proud of their boy, just as she was.
Mary’s head turned around elegantly as her grandmother called her, and they exchanged a few words that Isobel did not catch.
She saw Mary nod, and then speak softly to Matthew who leaned over her as he listened, half hugging her as it was, a gentle frown creasing his brow.
He said something to Robert and Cora then, and finally shook hands with Dr. Clarkson, and it wasn’t long before he and Mary entangled themselves from the group of well wishers and made their way toward Isobel and Tom.
“The motor is ready,” Tom said as soon as Matthew was within earshot. “How will the company split?” he asked watching the rest of the family still talking with Dr. Clarkson as the crowd, at last, began to scatter, nurses and patients heading back inside.
“Granny suggested we go ahead. That she, Papa and Mama will come in the car with Pratt as soon as he brings it around,” Mary replied as she held the baby’s head carefully with one hand, just as Isobel had showed her only a few days ago.
The image warmed her heart to no end.
“Alright then,” Tom said. “I’ll drive you home, just like the old times.”
Matthew thanked him, and then shook his head with a laugh as Tom mockingly curtsied him and went around the car to take his place behind the wheel.
“I’ll call Anna then,” Isobel said already moving away to call the lady’s maid.
“Oh,” Mary stopped her. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?”
“No, dear, you’ll need Anna once you get home, so she can help you settle down as soon as you arrive and rest for a while.”
Mary watched her for a moment, before a small smile curved her lips.
“It’s been a lively morning,” she noted slowly, and Isobel nodded, for knew well enough how tiring the business of bringing a new life into the world could be, and Mary had been so brave and strong through it all, even if her time had come too early and she’d been too far away from her husband at the time to take comfort in his presence.
“It’s funny, I feel as if I’m only half myself without him,” she’d said softly, but Isobel’s attentive ears had picked up the hidden note of fear in her voice.
Thank God, all had gone perfectly well, and when Matthew had eventually made it to the hospital, he’d found a healthy baby boy lying in the arms of a tired, but happy and relieved Mary.
Isobel smiled looking over at Matthew now as he helped his wife into the car and asked if she was comfortable enough, if he could help her be more at ease.
Mary’s head leaned toward him for a short moment, uttering words that were probably meant only for him, as he smiled, and nodded, and his hand covered hers over the sleeping form of their son.
Isobel came back barely a minute later with Anna, who then sat gracefully in the front seat near Tom.
“If that’s alright, Mr. Branson,” she said with a small smile, only half serious as there wasn’t any other place she could sit even if she’d wanted to.
“Of course it is, Anna,” Tom replied. “Are you ready then?” he asked to the new family in the back seat.
“Yes,” Mary answered quietly, even though her eyes never left the baby in her arms, who was just about to wake up by the look of it, a small hand coming out from under the white duvet covering him, moving closer to Mary’s face, as she leaned down and kissed it.
“We’ll see you later then, mother,” Matthew said after a moment, as the car began to move.
“Of course,” Isobel said. “Till later, my boy. Till later.”
She waved them goodbye and waited for the car to disappear from her sight behind a corner before turning around and joining the rest of the family.
The evolution of Matthew, 1x07 [1/3]
I just noticed… the first shot… I might be wrong, but I believe in 3x01 Mary and Matthew have the exact same shot.
So in this one we have the current Earl and his heir and successor walking the grounds of Downton, in the second, three seasons later, we have the future Earl and his Countess, the very two people who, even before being officially entrusted with the estate, will nonetheless take care of Downton and eventually carry it into the modern times.
It might not even have been planned, but I find the parallel interesting…
“Oh, who cares about the stupid concert !” — s02e04.
The season three premiere states that the episode begins in the ‘Spring 1920’, so it can be anytime between late March and June, but I do think it’s early in the season, so maybe March or April? But April would be the same month Lavinia died a year prior so I can’t see MM marrying in April, and apparently May was not good for more reason? It can’t be June either, because Tom and Sybil come twice from Ireland and Sybbie is born still early in the summer (if the cricket match is late in the summer, like the Garden Party in S1 was, and thus we basically jump all the traditional London season in between the last episodes).
So for some reason I think they marry in March, which makes their engagment awfully rushed (did they want to be married before Richard decided to publish or they were just VERY eager to get married?), but I’m not sure at all.
There’s a timeline somewhere for S3?
What do you think?
"Until the last breathe leaves my body."
Awwww, look at their faces :)
Enjoy and happy Saturday :)
“I think we are lost,” Mary said matter-of-factly.
They had stopped the motor some time ago, and were now standing in the middle of the country with nothing and no one in sight.
“We can’t be lost, this was the only road signed on the map,” Matthew said from where he was leaning over the bonnet of the car, looking down at the large map spread in front of him.
Tom beside him was tracing with a pencil the route they’d taken, matching it with what they’d seen along the road to figure out if they’d missed a deviation or a turn that they were supposed to take.
“I wonder when was the last time this thing was updated,” he murmured. “There’s a small pond signed here, but I don’t recall passing by any small pond. Do you?”
Matthew frowned, looking at the point Tom was indicating on the map.
“If the map is a few years old, then there are good chances the pond is not there anymore,” Matthew said.
“That is just marvelous,” Mary commented ironically, and Matthew’s eyes darted to her.
“I seem to remember a cottage not very far from here,” Sybil said from where she was leaning against the side of the car. “Maybe we can try and ask them if they know where the farm is.”
“The sooner the better,” Mary agreed, stepping into the car, resting her hands on her lap. They all climbed inside as Tom restarted the car and turned them around.
“I think it was just before that hill,” Sybil told him, at the same time looking in the rearview mirror with a concerned frown, and then at her husband, who only shrugged in response.
In the backseat, Matthew was looking at Mary in silence. She sensed his gaze on her, and lifted her head, shaking it no ever so slightly.
Matthew gave her a little smile and extended his hand so that she could take it if she liked.
A moment more and her fingers were sliding across his palm, entwining with his on the seat between them.
“You should’ve stayed home,” Matthew said softly to Mary, as Tom and Sybil stood a few steps away asking for direction.
“I was feeling better by the time I decided to come,” Mary replied. “There was no reason at all to stay home. I couldn’t know that the day would become so unseasonably hot.”
“We could go back, come another time,” Matthew offered.
“No, we’re here now, and I don’t want to ruin everybody’s day. Sybil had to change her shift at the hospital in order to come with us, and Mrs. Patmore took special care in arranging our meal, so Carson said.”
“Carson would have everyone put special care in anything that was for you, my darling.”
Mary smiled at this, glancing down for a moment as her hand rested lightly over her still flat stomach.
“I will be fine, Matthew, truly. I just want to get this business done so that we can enjoy our picnic just as we planned. Only I’m afraid you’ll have to excuse me if I wait in the car while you inspect the farm this time.”
Matthew smiled at her, his hand running up and down her arm in a slow motion that was both comforting and relaxing.
“That won’t be a problem. That is, darling, if you think we can do a good job even without you.”
Mary shrugged, as a teasing grin spread on her lips.
“I suppose you will have to do,” she said jokingly, even as the look in her eyes told Matthew that she trusted his judgment completely. “Of course I want a throughout account of the inspection when we go home.”
“Of course,” Matthew said just as Sybil and Tom finally came back, a young boy tagging along with them.
“This is Sam Coyle,” Tom introduced him. “He will guide us for a short while, so that we don’t miss the right turn this time.”
“So we did take a wrong turn,” Matthew inquired.
“It’s not very visible, Mr. Coyle says, so it’s easy to miss it if you don’t know it’s here.”
“You won’t miss it this time, sir,” the boy talked for the first time, bowing his head just a little at the ladies.
“Thank you, then,” Matthew said, and everyone got in the car as Sam jumped on his bicycle, and started pedaling ahead of them.
In a very short time they were on the road again, and it was only a matter of minutes before Sam slowed down, looking back at the car, and then approached them when Tom stopped it.
“There’s your turn,” the boy explained indicating a deviation of the road not very far from where they were. “Continue for five-six miles and you should see old Shakewell’s farm right in front of you.”
“Thank you, Sam,” Mary said from her seat, as Matthew beside her nodded.
“You were very helpful, Sam, thank you,” Tom confirmed.
“Not at all, not at all. It’s been my pleasure,” the boy replied with a big smile before turning his bicycle and heading back home.
“What a nice chap,” Matthew commented, as the motor moved away and Tom drove them in the right direction this time.
“He offered to guide us himself,” Sybil told them, turning slightly toward Matthew and Mary. “Said it wouldn’t be a bother at all. I think he just wanted an excuse to take a break from some very boring work he was doing at the moment.”
Tom laughed beside her. “Yes, he seemed very eager to go and take his bicycle, didn’t he?”
“Well, whatever the reason he did us a great service. We would still be lost if it wasn’t for him,” Mary said.
“We weren’t exactly lost, we just weren’t where we were supposed to be.”
“Which, my dear brother-in-law,” Sybil intervened from the front seat, “is just another way to say that we were lost.”
They all laughed at this and Matthew shrugged, conceding the point, just as the farm, finally, came into view.
“Oh, here we are at last,” Tom announced, and it wasn’t long before they stopped the car, and Mr. Shakewell himself came out to greet them with the rest of his family.
Matthew turned to Mary after introductions were made, but she spoke before he could. “I’ll wait here, darling, you go ahead.”
“I’ll stay with you,” Sybil said, and Mary looked at her gratefully.
“We won’t be long, then,” Matthew promised, and leaned down to kiss Mary’s cheek.
“I’m counting on it,” Mary said. “We wouldn’t want all the delicious food Mrs. Patmore prepared to go to waste.
“We certainly would not!” Tom exclaimed beside Matthew, earning an admonishing frown and a shake of her head from his wife.
“Off you go then,” Sybil hurried them, as she and Mary said goodbye for now to their husbands, and followed Mrs. Shakewell inside for a cup of tea.