Heya! How would the Inspectors (seperate) react to you using a mistletoe to get them to kiss you ? (talking about the inspectors from the Father Brown series)

Sorry for the delay, and better late than never right? Hope you like it!

Mistletoe reactions with the Inspectors:

Inspector Sullivan:

•it’s at Lady Felicia’s incredibly glitzy and glamorous Christmas Eve ball/soirée! So naturally our dear Inspector Sullivan is in his best dress uniform, medals and buttons polished.

•he feels a bit silly really, though he relaxes as he starts his second glass of champagne- Lady Felicia is always a generous hostess when it comes to providing food and drink.

•but he is avoiding the Lady in question, and searching desperately for you! He’s caught the odd glimpse of you here and there, but you continue to elude him!

•that is until, he collided with you in the doorway. You giggle, having planned the whole escapade! And now, with one arm round your waist, the Inspector feels happier too!

•little does he know, he’s walked right into your trap! But he finds out soon enough…you drag him closer by his lapels and crash your lips against his hotly, it’s a bit jarring at first, but then slowly you both settle into the kiss, practically fighting one another for dominance. It’s glorious! Goosebumps and shivers chase across your body, you’re virtually alight!

•but then, as quick as he’d bumped into you, you’d disappeared again, leaving a thoroughly confused, thoroughly kissed, hot Inspector to come chasing after you once more! He even grabbed the mistletoe from the above the door- the game was on!

Inspector Valentine:

•he’s pinning the mistletoe above the hallway door in your brand new home that you now share together- it’s your first Christmas as a married couple, so everything feels incredibly special.

•you’re passing by, having just finished the tidying, and your darling husband takes a chance. He pulls you into his arms with a seductive chuckle, nodding his head upwards so you see what he’s up to. And naturally, it makes you grin! Who could resist?!

•it seems to happen in slow motion. Your hands slide up his crisp shirt, one splays itself across his chest, over his heart to feel the steady beat of it. Your other hand gently grasps the back of his neck as you sink against his body, following him in the sloppy, tongue filled kiss that you gently moan into.

•the kiss goes on for what feels like an eternity. It’s a private conversation of mutual love and adoration. And when you both pull away you’re hot in the face and your eyes are ablaze with passion.

•…and that’s how you found yourself being pushed up against the wall, more passionate kisses being exchanged; clothes being tugged at blindly, as the kisses frantically turned into something more!

Inspector Mallory:

•he immediately knows you’re up to something the minute he sees you. You come into his office with a naughty grin on your face and a sway in your step that he recognises…he’d seen it only the night before, as you’d slowly stripped off for him before sinking down onto your knees, unbuckling his trousers and…he snaps out of the reverie as you reach the desk.

•he notices then that your hands are behind your back, and he glimpses for a tiny moment, the sprig of mistletoe. He grins and leans back in his chair, wheeling it backwards for you.

•Gerry pats his lap and feels his heart warm as you saunter closer, and sit down on his thighs. One of his hands slips straight between your legs, and the other cradles you closer to his body.

•he waits. And waits, and waits. Your grin just grows bigger! And then, moments before he’s about to burst with need, anger, hunger, desire! You drop the mistletoe into his lap and kiss him hungrily, biting at his lower lip furiously in the way that drives him absolutely wild!

•he’s putty in your hands! And speaking of hands, the one between your legs doesn’t stay idle, this is a battle of the wills- and he’s giving it all he’s got too!

•it’s a very good job that no new cases come in that afternoon and that the office door stays firmly shut!

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It's been around my mind for some time now- am I the only one who thinks that maybe, just maybe, "Father Brown" S10 E07 (was it E07?) has certain similarities to a @rose-edith post?

Stephanie Brown and Dick Grayson: I Am Going To Be A Good Parent To Pass On The Good Parts Of My Tumultuous Childhood/Give Someone Else What I Didn't Have Growing Up

Vs

Damian Wayne and Cassandra Cain: You Could Not Pay Me To Be A Parent For Fear I Would Continue The Cycle Of Violence

Tim being a photographer vs Dick being a performer. one is always behind the camera (unseen. unknown. looking at the world and people in it but never touching, never a part of it themself) and the other is always in front of it (seen but never quite known. always acting, always reaching out and a little set apart, never a part of the crowd themself). opposites but also a little bit, in some small (poetic?) ways the same. the fact that a photograph holds the foundation and framework of their brotherhood and mutual tragedy (of their individual stories — families lost at different points in life and Tim and Dick, Dick and Tim, hall of mirrors reflections but this ain't a funhouse it's a tragedy — and their shared one, loss and hurt and TRYING and never quite understanding but there anyway). you can take the performer from the circus but not the circus from the performer. you take a kid to a circus (a tragedy) and get a photographer. (you send a son without a father to a circus and get a father to two sons who were also there in their funhouse mirrored roles. it's a small world, really, fate and God work in mysterious ways.) behind the camera, in front of it, feet on the ground or flying in the air (no nets in the alleyways of Gotham), hands on a trapeze or a camera and later on a grapple line, sons of the same father, misunderstandings and understanding, hiding in the shadows and/or dragging the light into view. only children who are brothers. a performer and a photographer, and doesn't it just make sense?

Was anyone going to tell me that there was a Sister Boniface Christmas special last year, or was I just supposed to happen upon that information while trying to find out when S3 comes out?

In all the years you had known Inspector Sullivan, he had been irritated with Kembleford, mostly with Father Brown and Sid, but his irritability wasn't like this. This was new. Even Sgt. Goodfellow mentioned being surprised by Sullivan's more forward hostility.

It was so nice to see him again, though, and you weren't going to let him be grumpy in peace. Also, you weren't sure if it was possible for him to stiffen up any further, but he did, just at the prospect of a walk. Yet, he followed along anyway.

You both stepped along aimlessly until you came to a stop, pulling a book out of the bag you carried almost everywhere.

His eyes furrowed as you offered it to him, eyeing the blue ribbon you had tied neatly across the title.

"I had gotten it for you shortly before you left, but I was never able to get it to you. And your visits have always been so short and busy."

"That's - Thank you." He let out a sigh, free hand running over his forehead. This whole village gets under his skin, Father Brown most of all, but you? You managed to get under his skin and his ribs, and he can't run away from his heartbeat when you look at him. He's tried.

Forwardness be damned. He stepped closer to you, breath heavy. His hands nearly shook as your breath hitched, eyes trailing up his blue suit to meet his.

"Inspector," you breathed.

This was as far as he could go.

"Thank you."

He already said that.

"What time do you take your tea?"

He blinked, what?

Oh.

"I'll pick you up at 9." His words were surprisingly steady.

"Where?"

A soft smile pulled at the corner of his lips with an even smaller tilt of his head.

"Tomorrow is Sunday, is it not?"

Oh.

"Sounds lovely." You smiled, fighting the urge to sigh happily. Not that you didn't do so when he stepped away and began walking in the direction of the station.

Father Brown was surprised to see you at the early Mass, but it all made sense when he saw what surely was the Inspector's car at the road.

Imagine...

Series eleven starts with a confetti wedding shot of MRS Sullivan.

The last living relative of the great Pinestar. As his granddaughter, and as an extremely talented young warrior, in her own right, great things are expected of Alpineknoll. Only time will tell if she will fulfill this presumed destiny, but thanks to the careful rearing and training of her grandmother, Graypelt, she shows great promise towards her destiny.

Wait!

You know Data, on Star Trek?

You know how he would go to the holodeck and pretend to be Sherlock Holmes?

What if

He instead played a different famous detective?

Imagine the possibilities! Imagine the fan art! Who would Geordi be???

Father Brown had to act quickly and by doing that he saved your life, but the cost is great as he looks at you. In your eyes shine the very emotions that go through him now as he stares at the blue mark on your lips that shimmers with gold, indicating that the first contact was made between soulmates.

*gasps* Father Brown? A man of the cloth? has a soulmate?! mmm 👀 find out how this happened in @chrism02's fic called "Oh, ye of little faith"

I remember those one shots from @rose-edith , in which to me Sullivan was OOC but still enjoyable (suspension of disbelief?). Miss that.

Can you believe they are father and daughter who never got to spend time together as a family until they finally meet only to say goodbye.

listening to the steven universe soundtrack again and just thinking: so many of these could so easily be batfam songs.

if sullivan doesn't interact with that stray cat then i have lost something i didnt know that i really REALLY needed

feel like im biased for saying this but i feel like the default hawke should be a rogue… not only would it be a perfect lil trio for the hawke family but since neither of your siblings is a rogue no one can open that chest in the beginning of the game and also duel wielding is always the sexiest option.

For my queer literature class, I was writing about what I was imagining while reading a Whitman poem, and my Professor commented on that part and continued my scenario… bestie and I just wrote gay fanfiction together.