margaret and mr. thornton


Endless list of OTPsMr. Thornton & Margaret (North & South)

You think that because you are rich, and my father is in… reduced circumstances, that you can have me for your possession! I suppose I should expect no less from someone in trade! I don’t want to possess you! I wish to marry you because I love you!

He never looked at her; and yet, the careful avoidance of his eyes betokened that in some way he knew exactly where, if they fell by chance, they would rest on her. If she spoke, he gave no sign of attention, and yet his next speech to any one else was modified by what she had said; sometimes there was an express answer to what she had remarked, but given to another person as though unsuggested by her.
—  Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South
Aaaaaand I finished North & South last night.

I totally watched it from about half past eight at night to one in the morning, because I have lost control of my life.  But it was good; really good.  The woman grew on me episode by episode, and Richard of course was wonderful.  I am such a sap for stories like this; love having no bounds, no class restrictions, true love conquers all.

Richard Armitage gives me way too many feelings for me to handle.  I don’t know what to do now. Send help.

And can I just say that I love when she leaves the North, and he’s watching her carriage leave…and all he wants her to do is turn around…to look at him…like…

Originally posted by kicchan-86

I would have looked, John. I’m just so in awe with him, seriously.


AND THAT KISS AT THE END OH MY GOD. My face literally turned into that heart eyes emoji.  The way John Thornton looks at Margaret when he kisses her, and how fucking delicate he is with her, GUH.

Originally posted by mezzmerizedbyrichard



Originally posted by hangyourdolls

Clearly I loved North and South, and I loved him in it.

I did as I set out to do last night, and that is fall in love with this man all over again.  But I didn’t just once, I did about twenty to thirty times. Not sorry.

Love and Marriage: Chapter 1

A03  FF.Net

Summary: Eager to provide for her parents and herself, Belle French accepts Neal Cassidy’s marriage proposal. She is upset when his father, the haughty Mr. Gold, opposes the match. The situation takes an awkward turn when she becomes attracted to her future father-in-law. Edwardian Era, Historical AU.

Notes: Not beta-ed, expect mistakes.

Special thanks to @onceuponanovel for the lovely artwork. I love you, sissy!

April 1915
Belle planted herself on the window seat, resting her shoulder against the frame and sniffed the fragrant breeze that wafted through her open window. Outside her bedroom window were clusters of lilac trees, which had recently opened up and bloomed. Blossoming lilacs were always a sure sign of spring.

Cracking open “North and South,” she traced over the words and picked up where she left off: Mr. Thornton’s proposal to Margaret Hale and her prompt rejection. She had only read the book a hundred times or so but it never got old. Not on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

The soft tap of kid boots on the kitchen hardwood floor informed Belle that her mother was near. Belle’s bedroom was just off the kitchen and it was situated so that she could hear all of the commotion that went on in there. There were many conversations that she eavesdropped on when she was a curious, young girl.
A knock sounded and her mother entered. Mother’s cheeks were flushed, piquing Belle’s interest. Her mother never rushed about. Her pace was always slow and her steps dainty.

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Mr. Thornton did not speak, and she went on looking for some paper on which were written down the proposals for security; for she was most anxious to have it all looked upon in the light of a mere business arrangement, in which the principal advantage would be on her side. While she sought for this paper, her very heart-pulse was arrested by the tone in which Mr. Thornton spoke. His voice was hoarse, and trembling with tender passion, as he said:–

“Margaret!” For an instant she looked up; and then sought to veil her luminous eyes by dropping her forehead on her hands. Again, stepping nearer, he besought her with another tremulous eager call upon her name.

“Margaret!” Still lower went the head; more closely hidden was the face, almost resting on the table before her. He came close to her. He knelt by her side, to bring his face to a level with her ear; and whispered-panted out the words:–

“Take care.–If you do not speak–I shall claim you as my own in some strange presumptuous way.–Send me away at once, if I must go;–Margaret!–’” At that third call she turned her face, still covered with her small white hands, towards him, and laid it on his shoulder, hiding it even there; and it was too delicious to feel her soft cheek against his, for him to wish to see either deep blushes or loving eyes. He clasped her close. But they both kept silence. At length she murmured in a broken voice:

“Oh, Mr. Thornton, I am not good enough!" 

"Not good enough! Don’t mock my own deep feeling of unworthiness.”

     –North and South, Elizabeth Gaskell

It was this that made the misery - that he passionately loved her, and thought her, even with all her faults, more lovely and more excellent than any other woman
—  North and South, Elizabeth Gaskell
Who to fight, North and South Edition:

Mr. Hale: No. Why? He’s a well-meaning limp noodle. You will gain nothing from fighting him.

Margaret: DO NOT FIGHT. She would cut you down swiftly and without remorse and look damn fine while doing it. Avoid.

Bessie Higgins: Who do you think you are? Why would you fight this beautiful cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure? You’re heartless and I hate you.

Frederick Hale: Eh. He’s boring. You would lose interest half way through or he would run off to Spain and it would pointless. Skip if possible.

Thornton: You’d win. He’s honorable and upright and wouldn’t do it unless you are terrible or threatened someone he loves. Don’t insult his family and you’ll beat him.

Mrs. Thornton: Do YOU have a DEATH WISH? She has been waiting for this fight her whole life. She will annihilate you and you will thank her for it.

Mr. Bell: Toss up. He deserves it, he will provoke you until you snap. Don’t let him. Fight. Win.

Nicholas Higgins: Why would you fight a man with such sad eyes? All he wants is a living wage and to take care of small children. Don’t do it.