#shrixie

[weshallc]

So Much Love in this Fandom. Thank you for reading, liking, reblogging and making such generous comments.

Just to reassure @tangledupinmist this is definitely not another “Trixie & Marianne do Oxford Street.” 😉

Thank you patient Wafer (you are missed!)

[anamarialujan]

CtM 100 Word Challenge

I don't mind, I will continue to write because I loved learning to do short things :)

Goldfish. When Shelagh saw Trixie at her door, she laughed. She was anxious to get marry but she would miss the surprise visits of her friend who came to make-up, comb, and give her fashion advice.She had fun being the Trixie’s doll. “I brought you a gift.” She was shocked when she saw a goldfish in a bag full of water. “Surely you remember a certain conversation that we had around the little fish.” That night, Shelagh laughed remembering her friend, while she feeding Patrick, her goldfish.

[asecretlove]

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[beatrix-franklin]

Shelagh/Trixie- Shelagh helping to deliver Trixie's baby. 'That's it, just lean into me Trixie and breath.'

“That’s it, just lean into me Trixie and breathe,” Trixie sagged further forwards into Shelagh’s embrace at her words and lay her head on her shoulder.  Shelagh rocked Trixie back and forth gently and began to rub circles on the bottom of her back in an attempt to alleviate the pain of the oncoming contraction.  

“You failed to warn me it was going to be this painful,” Trixie attempted to joke as the contraction finally passed, it had been an unfortunately long labour but Shelagh had refused to leave Trixie’s side from the moment her contractions started. Despite her tone Shelagh could tell Trixie was starting to falter and tears were gathering in the corners of her eyes, her own experience told her that Trixie needed every last ounce of strength to make it through the final stages. 

“Unfortunately there are not enough words in the dictionary to describe the pain of childbirth,” Shelagh said as she dabbed Trixie’s eyes with her handkerchief, “but there is also not a single word on earth that can describe the joy when your child is passed to you for the first time.”  Shelagh’s words caused a fresh onslaught of tears from Trixie, she’d longed for that moment for months and now it seemed it would never come, she was fighting a losing battle against the pain. Sensing her words hadn’t brought Trixie as much comfort as anticipated Shelagh decided to try a technique that had got her through her own labour. 

“When I was in labour Sister Julienne suggested I try singing to distract me from the pain,” Shealgh started, though she decided not to tell Trixie about Patrick singing from the other side of the door, that was something that seemed to precious to share, “Perhaps it would work for you to?” she continued. 

“I hardly know any appropriate songs for child birth, I’ll never be able to listen to Elvis again!”

“Oh but I know the most appropriate song,” Shelagh responded with a hint of mischief in her tone, “You’re a pink toothbrush, I’m a blue toothbrush.” Finally Trixie’s sobs were replaced with laughter as she sang along with Shelagh, all pain forgotten for a few precious minutes. 

{definitely more than 5 sentences but I was having too much fun with this one, and as it has been said some of these prompts are wasted on 5 sentences! Thank you!}

[sincerelybluevase]

A/N: Well some people asked if I could do a 5-sentence prompt in which Trixie asks Shelagh for advice for in the bedroom. It became a bit longer than 5 sentences, for which I hope you guys will forgive me ;). Full steam ahead, so I’ll place this under a cut.

“What I wanted to ask, and I’m asking you because I feel you would give me an honest answer: is it normal…” Trixie started, then blushed a deep crimson and trained her eyes on her cup of tea, fiddling with her wedding ring, twisting it up and down her finger.

Shelagh poured herself a new cup and waited patiently, knowing that giving Trixie a little time to find the right words would probably be best.

However, when the young nurse still didn’t say anything, Shelagh took a different approach by taking Trixie’s perfectly manicured hand in hers, squeezing it, and saying: “Trixie, you can ask me anything, and I won’t be shocked or offended, I swear.”

“Alright; is it normal if Christopher kisses me, well… there,” Trixie said, colouring an even deeper shade of red, “and is it normal for me to like it?”

Oh dear, Shelagh thought, feeling herself blush, too, before pushing away the somewhat hysterical giggle that tickled her throat by saying: “There are many ways to make love, Trixie, and as long as you enjoy it and as long as Christopher enjoys it, it is perfectly alright. Making love is not about what others would think of it, because those other people are not in the bedroom with you. Making love is about love, not shame.”

“I guess it is gentlemanly conduct in a very different way than what we normally mean with those two words,” Trixie said.

“Yes,” Shelagh said, finally allowing the giggles to burst from her lungs. She was rewarded with another blush from Trixie, and a bout of laughter, too.

[nurse-franklin]

21 Shrixie! I've missed your writing! Xx

well you sent this to me a month and I am the worst™ but here it is! be nice to me because i haven’t written in like 2 months 😂😭  sorry it took so long! 

Shrixie: “No one has a heart of stone” 

The minutes had gone by dreadfully slow. Trixie had become so aware of the slow passage of time that she had blocked out all noise save for the ticking of the clock on the wall. She watched intently as the second hand rhythmically made it’s way around the clock. She had been sitting on her bed for what felt like hours. The bottle had long been finished, and her eyes ran out of tears to cry. Emotional exhaustion had begun to set in now, and Trixie couldn’t muster the energy to even move a muscle. Her mind was a constant loop of the events that occurred that day. The agonizing memory of walking away from the man she loved as he called her name repeated over and over again like a broken record. All Trixie could do was stare at the wall, and even that was becoming too taxing. She glanced forlornly over to the empty bottle of gin on the bedside table, wishing that there was even a sip left.

Trixie held a cigarette with a trembling hand, struggling to hold it steady as she brought it to her mouth. It was all she could do to calm her building nerves, especially now that her alcohol supply had run dry. Trixie slowly inhaled from the cigarette, staring straight at the wall ahead of her. She was so zoned out from the world that it took her a moment to register the soft knocking on the door. Trixie couldn’t find it in herself to speak, keeping her eyes fixated on the wall. The door pushed open just a crack, and Shelagh poked her head into the room.

“Trixie, I’ve been sent up by Sister Julienne to tell you that Patsy has gone out for a delivery, and that you should be ready to go at any moment.” Shelagh stood in the doorway, slowly analyzing the situation. The empty bottle on the bedside table, the stains of mascara dripping down Trixie’s face, and the blank expression on her face. Shelagh quickly slipped into the room, closing the door behind her.

“Trixie… would you like to tell me what’s wrong?” Shelagh hesitantly approached Trixie, unsure of what to say or do next. She slowly lowered herself onto the bed beside her friend. Trixie reached over to the bedside table, resting the still lit cigarette on the edge of a tray. She kept her eyes on the wall, unable to face the reality of what was happening.

“Trixie?” Shelagh reached out and grasped Trixie’s trembling hand, squeezing her delicate fingers tightly- it was all she could think of to show support. After what felt like eons, Trixie finally broke the silence.

“I ended things… with Tom.” As she spoke, Trixie maintained the same blank expression, but Shelagh could tell that she was trying not to cry.

“Tell me about it,” Shelagh encouraged her, careful not to push the boundaries. Trixie prepared herself to speak, swallowing hard to push down the lumps that had been building in her throat. She finally glanced over at Shelagh, her eyes growing more and more red, tears filling to the brim.

“I wouldn’t make him happy. I couldn’t give him what he wanted. I’m too selfish.” Trixie released her hand from Shelagh’s grasp and reached for the cigarette. She brought it quickly to her mouth and took in a long puff, slowly letting the smoke leave her mouth as she exhaled. Shelagh’s heart sunk as she watched her dear friend crumble in front of her.

“Trixie Franklin, you are not selfish. If you were, you wouldn’t be the most skilled young nurse at Nonnatus. You wouldn’t devote yourself every day to your patients. A selfish person wouldn’t do that.”

“But I wasn’t willing to move for him. He was offered a real opportunity to make a difference, and I wasn’t willing to change. I mean who does that, Shelagh? I must have a heart of stone.” As much as Trixie had been resisting them, the tears began to break, slowly making trails down her cheeks.

“No one has a heart of stone, my dear. Poplar is your home, it’s where your friends are, your work. You’ve set up a real life for yourself here, Trixie. I’m sure many people in your position would have been resistive to change. Do not put yourself down for knowing what you want in life.” Trixie flung herself forward, wrapping her arms around Shelagh. Shelagh could feel her shoulder immediately saturated with tears. She pulled Trixie tighter into a hug, telling her to cry until the tears were dried up.

When Trixie felt like the tears had finally stopped, She sat up again, taking a handkerchief from the nightstand and dabbing at her eyes.

“Thank you Shelagh, really.” She stood up from the bed, and moved towards the mirror, rolling her eyes at the condition she was in. “I guess I should go fix my make up if I’m to be on call tonight.” She managed to let out a giggle in true Trixie Franklin fashion. Shelagh got up and began to approach the door but Trixie grabbed her hand to stop.

“And it’s not just my friends that are here, in Poplar. My family is here.”  

[swearronchanel]

After all the Shrixie discussion I feel like we need to appreciate the little moments we’ve had the past 6 series *but we need a lot more! we deserve a proper friendship * 💖💛.. 

[weshallc]

Photo Source: @awakeandwondering

These 3 have been in CtM since the beginning. I for one would love them to have at least one meaningful conversation this series that doesn’t include folding nappies or Shelagh bursting into tears.