Thomas Thorne one shots !

Poetry & Patrotism (Capthorne)

AUTHORS NOTE: 

hiya!!  this fic is basically an AU where thomas was a poet during ww2! i originally was going to post on AO3, however, just didn't know exactly how to finish/continue it, sooo i thought i would post it here to get things started, as it is sort of a oneshot.  hope you enjoy!! (also if anyone else has any ideas on how to continue it that would be lovely<3. oh yeah, originally it was meant to be enemies to lovers too but again i didnt know how to continue it in that way lol).

The itchy, wool, army-green uniform engulfed his body, as he opened one of the rusting iron gates and stepped into the stone-covered drive.

'Button House'. An engraved sign to his left stated.

Born during the dreadful aftermath of World War One, fighting in the war was Thomas' worst nightmare. Going from working at his own leisure writing poetry in a small, but cosy, house in Edinburgh to working for the military in a manor in rural Surrey was a big stretch.

It wasn't even his choice. In fact, he had been anti-war from a young age (why can't they just make the country's leaders shake hands? Thomas thought it was very dramatic, and that's coming from him!).

Yet, here he was, marching to the large wooden door centred at the front of the grand, brick manor that he will be living at for God knows how long.

To be fair, it was a rather nice house; it was surrounded by fields of green, contrasting with the reddish-brown bricks that the house was built with. It was the kind of building that would be described in classic literature (something Thomas was very fond of).

Thomas couldn't help but imagine the devastation that the war may cause the elegant, historical manor to endure.

He lifted an ink-stained hand, and sighed, exhausted already, as he knocked on the dark, wooden door.

"Hello?" An alarmed, masculine voice shouted from inside, obviously wary of answering the door without knowing who it was.

"Yeah, hello, it's Thom- Thorne." He would have to get used to using surnames, "I've been

situated here".

The metallic sound of several locks turning traveled through the door, as it opened to reveal a tall, mustached man, with the same uniform Thomas wore, but with the confidence that he lacked. He looked Thomas up and down, his eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Wie komme ich am besten zum Bahnhof bitte?"

"What?"

"Good. Come on in, we are happy to have you here." The man exclaimed, with a small smile plastered on his face, opening the heavy door wider to let Thomas inside.

"Please, call me Captain," The Captain stated.

"Thorne. Thomas Thorne," Thomas replied, sticking his delicate hand out for him to shake.

The Captain, obviously hesitant to do so, takes his hand and shakes it, strangely engulfed in the feeling of Thomas' slender fingers wrapped around the contrasting calloused, strong palm of his own hand.

The Captain cleared his throat and let go of his hand quickly, realising how awkward the situation had become.

"Would you like a tour?"

"Sure, if it doesn't trouble you."

"Not at all!"

soo yeah thats as far as i got with that lol.

anyways, feel free to write fanfiction requests in the comments!! i cant be 100% sure how quickly i will reply to them, but i will try my very hardest <3