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Why are like 90% of the Julian Fawcett related/centred ao3 fics all smut and or drvg use

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Julian becomes a ghost and can't quite get used to it yet

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Very accurate tbf

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Fawthorne Fluff ^^

Julian sat quietly in the corner of the filled Button House ‘common area’ , bored out of his mind as he watched all of the alive couples dance and spin past him for the wedding afterparty . He sighed and put his hands on his knees , standing up and going outside to the large stretch of grass and hedge which was now decorated with various plants , vines and fairy lights that illuminated everything around them . Julian spotted a few of his ghostly friends such as Robin , showing Mary and Kitty the stars a few metres from where he was standing , Captain and Pat who were just chatting at the edge of the ‘outside dance floor’ and Thomas , who looked awfully lonely . The politician couldn’t help but notice that Thomas’ curly hair , dark eyes and perfectly proportioned facial features looked absolutely stunning in the bright , twinkling lights . If he could actually blush , Julian’s face would be slowly turning pinkish-red as he stared at his dark-haired ghost companion . Just as that thought had taken over his mind , the poet glanced in the MP’s direction and Julian broke eye contact just as quickly as it had been initiated .

He turned away and looked for something to be busy with , spotting Fanny and wondering whether he should make some conversation when there was a nervous cough just behind him . Julian , slightly startled , jumped a little before finding it was only Thomas (how fast is this guy?) . He turned around to face the other and if the blonde thought the shorter man looked the most stunning person ever earlier then he was extremely wrong , because now Thomas was magnificently breathtaking . The bright pastel colours of the string lights cast shadows across the poet’s face , making his angles pop out handsomely . The brown curly hair atop the other ghost’s head sat perfectly against his facial complexion and his brown eyes shone brightly as he stared up at Julian . The MP blinked before clearing his throat and converted his expression into a questioning gaze , kinking an eyebrow up slightly .

“ Yes Thorne , what do you need? “

Thomas stood in silence for a moment , opening his mouth , closing it and then shaking his head with a slight annoyance . Julian kept his gaze on the other , watching in amusement as his hair flopping around reminded the taller of an energetic puppy . After a moment or two , Thomas finally looked back up at Julian with embarrassment in his eyes . His hand reached up to rub his neck just under his curly hair , nervously trying to keep eye contact as he attempted to find the words he had originally planned to ask .

“ Thorne? “

“ ah , yes! My apologies- “ Thomas grinned sheepishly as he answered , continuing on with his question “ i , er , i came over here to ask if you’d like to dance.. With me? “

Julian’s eyes widened slightly and even though he knew it was impossible for ghosts to blush , the MP was convinced Thomas knew .

“ ah- a dance? I uh , of course i would love to but uhm.. I can’t , dance- “

Thomas sniggered quietly ,not a teasing laugh, just a small giggle , and slowly dragged Julian to the centre of the mainly-empty dance floor .

“ Don’t worry , I'd be happy to teach you . Here , put this hand on my waist and your other in my right hand “

Julian let Thomas position the pair properly , the poet flashing a nervous smile up at the blonde which was returned in an equally nervous one . After a second , a soothing song came on and Thomas let Julian take the lead, showing him where to put his feet just before, until the two were dancing slowly in the middle of the grass and lights . The brunette had rested his head on Julian’s chest and was now humming along to the music quietly with his eyes closed .

At the edge of the dance floor , Captain and Pat watched Julian and Thomas dancing together , pleasantly surprised at how well they were getting on for once .

“ It’s nice to see them calm and not at each other's throats all of the time “ Pat pointed out , earning a soft ‘mhm’ from the Captain in reply .

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I was writing some Fawthorne fluff because there's not enough of it to go around and I was gonna post it here but I accidentally wrote it on my laptop so I have to write it down again 🪶

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When you're tryna find some Fawthorne fluff on ao3 but it's all smut 🪶

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Julian w/ flamingo trousers

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Messy hair Juli and Cap because I can

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Mat Baynton appreciation post

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My (only) fave Tory man and his poet crush ‼️

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This would be so canon in a modern au / any au where they could actually use phones

Thomas: Julian isn’t answering their phone

Robin: I’ll call

Thomas: Kitty and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Julian: Hello?