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echo-goes-mmm · 7 months

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Ambrose and Elliot #18

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Warnings: sickness

Elliot had an itch in his throat. At first he thought it was leftover from screaming during James’s visit, but that was a while ago and it hadn’t gone away.

He kept on with his chores regardless. It was his place to serve, and a little cold shouldn’t stop him. Master had been rewarding him at the end of every day with a shiny gold coin and Elliot didn’t want to disappoint him. It would be just as bad as the beating that would follow.

He was tired now, too. It wasn’t the satisfying kind that he’d gotten used to after a day of being a good boy. Instead of sleeping pleasant and deep, he tossed and turned at night. Cold and hot all at once, and his beloved blanket wasn’t doing its job. It wasn’t fair. Elliot had been eating more than he’d ever gotten before. He slept well. He had no open wounds (the scratches had faded just like Ambrose said), so there was nothing to infect. It wasn’t fair!

And it wouldn’t be fair to Master Ambrose to stop working. So he didn’t.

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He couldn’t get out of bed. Oh gods, he couldn’t get out of bed.

The fire had gone out during the night, and the fall air chilled him. He shivered, burrowing into the quilt, blanket, and pillows. His jaw barely creaked open enough to breathe, as his nose was clogged. Why did everything hurt? His limbs weighed him down and his muscles protested at the slightest movement.

Light began to filter through the windows. Dawn was approaching. His room faced the sunrise, and it was too bright. Just yesterday, he’d cleaned the windows and now he couldn’t get up to draw the curtains closed. How pathetic.

He watched the beams of light grow longer on his floor. Master Ambrose would be awake soon. Please help me.

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Elliot wasn’t up and about yet. Odd. He wasn’t in the kitchen, or the dining room, or even outside watching the sunrise.

Ambrose knocked on the bedroom door. He heard a faint whine from behind the wood.

“Ellie,” he called, turning the knob, “I’m coming in, sweetheart.”

Elliot was bundled in both his quilt and blanket. Shivering and squinting, he panted and looked absolutely awful. The fire was out, and cold.

Ambrose crossed the room, closing the curtains. Dimming the light would help Elliot’s obvious headache.

He arranged a few logs in the fireplace, striking a flint to light them. He would need to bring more wood from a neighboring room later.

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“Oh Ellie,” said Master, sitting on the edge of his bed. “I’m so sorry.”

Master’s cool hand brushed away his sweaty hair to take his temperature. Master tutted, and guilt swirled in his gut. If Ambrose wasn’t panicked, it must not be that bad. If it wasn’t that bad, Elliot should be working.

He tried getting up, but Master Ambrose gently pushed him back onto the bed.

“None of that, love. Just stay in bed, and I’ll take care of everything.” Elliot was relieved. Now he could rest and obey at the same time. He’d make it up to Master later.

He let Ambrose rearrange the blankets, untangling them from between his legs. The fire was already warming the room and the pleasantness made his eyelids heavy.

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Ambrose let Elliot doze as he tiptoed down the stairs. Luckily, he’d made and canned a huge batch of chicken stock for soup season. Made with roasted chicken bones and bits with peppercorns, bundles of herbs, garlic, and vegetables, the hearty stock would be perfect for Elliot. And it would provide some fluid and nutrients.

He grabbed a pint from the storeroom and set to work. He drizzled some oil in a copper pot and set the heat. Ambrose minced some garlic and ginger and tossed it in the pot. Ginger would help reduce the croaking pain in Elliot’s throat. He diced an onion while the aromatics became fragrant. He added the onion and gave it a stir. Ambrose uncapped the pint of stock, and carefully plopped it into the pot. It was so rich, it had partially congealed. Perfect.

Ambrose held off on adding potatoes. They would be fine for Elliot if cut small enough, but Ambrose knew swallowing would be tough for him. Better to start off with a thinner soup and gradually thicken it as Elliot recovered. Instead, he added some cream for protein. A generous amount of salt, and it was nearly ready.

Soon it was the perfect temperature and the scent was delightful. He ladled a portion into a wooden bowl and carried it up to Elliot’s room.

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Elliot tried to sleep, but the rumble of his stomach kept the fuzziness in his brain from working. The ache in his joints was uncomfortable, and he just wanted everything to go away. He felt so heavy.

“Love, I’m coming in,” said Master.

Elliot saw the bowl and spoon as Master entered. His stuffy nose kept him from smelling anything, but even the promise of food made his mouth water. Master Ambrose sat the bowl on his nightstand, and helped him sit up. Ambrose even propped up the pillows to keep his head from lolling, and Elliot was too tired to even feel ashamed for being useless.

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He couldn’t lift the spoon. Damn. He should have thought of that.

Elliot stared at the soup, despair on his face. Elliot was so fond of food, and for good reason. Sympathy panged in Ambrose’s heart. It must be killer for Elliot to be so close and yet unable to eat without assistance.

Ambrose put the bowl to Elliot’s lips, tilting it ever so slightly. He’d intentionally made it just warm enough to eat right away, thank goodness. Elliot drank, his eyes fluttering. After a moment, Ambrose pulled away to let him breathe.

The look Elliot gave him was halfway murderous and it was almost comical if it weren’t for everything else.

“I don’t want you to choke,” explained Ambrose, and Elliot settled down. Hiccups wouldn’t help either. They were unpleasant if your throat was raw.

Ambrose fed him until the bowl was empty. Elliot had finished it quickly, drinking it down as greedily as a bottle-fed lamb.

“Let’s wait to see how your stomach does,” said Ambrose. “I’ll get you more if you can keep it down, okay?”

Elliot gave him a small smile; he understood.

“Do you want to sleep?”

“Mhm.”

Ambrose helped him lay down again. He’d have to stay by Elliot’s side today. Thankfully it was the third day of the week, so he didn’t have to put out notice that he had closed.

But as he grabbed a book from his shelves and went back to Elliot’s side, he wondered. How did he get sick so fast? He understood why Elliot was hit so hard; he was still not physically recovered from before, and the stress of the recent fight must have contributed. But these things didn’t happen overnight.

He watched Elliot’s chest rise and fall. The soup had loosened his stuffy nose a little, but he still couldn’t breathe through it. Ambrose would have to whip up some medicine to make that easier.

If Elliot had hidden his developing sickness from him, Ambrose needed to know. He’d ask as soon as Elliot could tell him.

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Elliot’s fever broke as he slept, but a cough had taken its place. Ambrose dashed downstairs and hastily made a salve for Elliot’s chest. It was a sticky thing, full of strong scented herbs that would help Elliot breathe.

Carefully, he pulled back the bedclothes and reached under Elliot’s nightshirt. The salve was still warm as he didn’t wait for it to set. He smeared a generous amount on Elliot.

He barely stirred at the touch. It worried Ambrose, but at least he was sleeping.

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Elliot woke up groggy. His head was stuffed with cotton but he could breathe a bit better. Ambrose sat next to him, a book in his hands. He had stayed, and that meant the world to him.

“How are you feeling?” asked Ambrose, setting aside the book.

“Better,” he croaked. And then he coughed and Ambrose sighed a little. His shirt stuck to his chest when he coughed and it felt… sticky under there. Alarmed, he clutched at his shirt and looked down. No blood. And hey, his arm was responding now. But what was it?

“What- what’s on-” he coughed again.

“Just some breathing cream. I’m sorry I didn’t wake you to put it on. You needed to rest.”

Oh. That was nice. It seemed to be working, at least.

“Do you want some more soup?”

“Mhm.”

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The next few days were a blur of tissues and various teas and soups. Elliot’s fever had returned a couple times, and scared the hell out of Ambrose. He’d even gone delirious at one point and begged Ambrose to let him go. It broke his heart.

Elliot had nightmares, too. Eventually Ambrose started reading to him, and that seemed to help.

His cough had gone from a dry nuisance to a wet hack but a steady treatment of the cream and hearty, steaming food kept the worst of it at bay. At one point he’d hacked up something green and nasty and the cough significantly diminished.

Elliot kept everything he ate down, and Ambrose was proud to say Elliot hadn’t lost any weight while bedridden.

By the third day, Elliot was up and moving. His cough was gone, and the weakness subsided into a simple tiredness that could be treated with an afternoon nap. The worst of it was over, and Elliot would be fine.

Thank the gods.

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#SICKFIC SICKFIC #i was ~inspired~ by both a spanish flu and a bubonic plague documentary #Ambrose doesnt get sick here bc he has an immune system with 100+ years experience and also is perpetually 25 years old #got that +75 advantage at 'resist disease' rolls #ambrose and elliot #my writing #whump #slavery whump

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ribbittrobbit · 3 months

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Hector may look Angry (and he is) but also he writes to his dad every week to let him know he's ok

and he is inexplicably vegan

he will snipe you from 120ft away tho (with any of his 4 bows/crossbows) + pending a gun if my dm lets me have one

#god i fucking love drawing tieflings #also asymmetrical horns are so fun #and i accomplished my goal of giving myself a little gender envy #strong he/they energy lol #imho #i am a subscriber to the mollymauk tealeaf school of character design #ribbittrobbit #dnd #and most importantly to me he is not an orphan #he does have tragic backstory but its not that #original art #also look the disparity between face rendering and the rest of the body is... intentional #and by intentional i got into a trance painting the face bec its fun to figure out in red #and then i got lazy with the clothes #and this is personal work so like there's no constraints on how consistent quality needs to be throughout #aight flu meds knock me out

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polished-blackstone-brick-wall · 1 year

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a story time of how etho got the flu shot spanked out of him. guys you don't understand how long this clip has been tormenting my mind.

#ethoslab #etho #i've been holding onto this for MONTHS because i wanted to put it in a compilation but i just can't anymore #'i used to be a really good wonderful baby. then i got the flu shot' help...#'we gotta break this kid'#also the way he pronounces crayons is insane.

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totalspiffage · 5 months

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I have COVID and I'm mostly just exhausted with congestion but jfc the paxlovid taste I forgot how awful it is TBH I've been sucking on gum all day but I swear it's getting less effective?

#it's the covid med they give you to make it less severe #and it tastes like sucking on old pennies #but just forever #anyway mask up be cautious get your booster and flu shots #also obligatory i did not get this being stupid my partner works around the public so i figured i was next when he got it

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peaopol · 5 months

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crashes into wall

#adam murray #tmc fanart #the mandela catalogue #tmc adam #mandela catalogue #tmc adam murray #adam murray alternate #my art #he just got the common flu

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grandwretch · 1 year

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mmmmmm fic where Steve can't stand to be in a room with Nancy and Jonathan at the same time and everyone assumes its because he still has feelings for Nancy. but he gets squirmy when Mike and Eleven hold hands. his eyes slide away from Joyce and Hopper. he keeps making up excuses not to hang out with Robin and Vickie. the real clincher is when Suzie comes to visit and Steve just goes AWOL for the whole trip. when she leaves, Dustin corners him and demands an explanation.

hes jealous. so jealous it feels like he might throw up. he wants what they have so fucking much. but the only person he wants it with anymore is somewhere Steve can't reach him.

#shut up az #steddie #in Steve's defense I think he told himself he was going to try to be happy for Dustin #but then he started thinking about their inevitable happy reunion #being in each other's arms for the first time in years #their happy tears and smiles #and he got so jealous that it made him feel like a monster #so he told his boss he had the flu and he laid in bed and felt bad about himself

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sheepkebby · 5 months

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Obsessed with this little tongue freak, I think he can skate on a board.

#he's sooooooooo ugly <3 #and yet........ so handsome #The green flu got my taste in men all fucked up #Carter #my blorbos #my art #zombie #body horror #l4d #l4d2 #left 4 dead #left 4 dead 2 #pop art

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agentmarcuspike · 6 months

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I’ve read everyone saying that he looks kinda sad and tired in the photos of last night and I’m really concerning over here. I hope he’s doing good and well🥺🥺

Also someone said he had to get ready for tomorrow’s event in New York??

i see it and i get it but i don’t think we need to be concerned :) yeah, sarah paulson’s being honored at a theatre gala tomorrow in nyc, which i suppose we’re all assuming he will be attending, but nothing’s confirmed! let’s send good vibes out there, and make sure we’re not getting too affected by how this man may or may not be doing. he’s got his gang to do that. i say with love! ♡

#maybe he’s got the flu or maybe he wanted to stay home #we don’t know!#pedro pascal #anon #keep forgetting to tag asks

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starpirateee · 20 days

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For the drabbles, can I request Owen looking after Curt while he has a fever? (Pre-banana obv, and their in a safehouse)

I love you guys clarifying when something is pre-banana because, can you imagine Owen post fall feeling that instinct to look after Curt? He hates him, but he's got a fever, so what can you do?

And, on the record, I don't write actual fluff or domestic bliss that often, but I gave it an honest go? Honestly, though, I don't know how this reads

"Curt, I know you're incapable of understanding the concept of staying in one place, but for god's sake, you need to rest this off… That temperature isn't just going to blow over itself…"

For all it was worth, Owen was trying to keep his patience intact, but Curt had woken up shaking, claiming he felt needlessly hot when it was less than 10° outside. He had known Curt long enough to immediately know that something wasn't right, because Curt was one of those people who preferred to be warm, especially on a colder day… Normally, under circumstances like this, he would try and stay as long as possible in bed, and then he'd eventually resign and settle for a warm shower to keep him going for a little longer.

But, as it happened, Owen found that he was burning up, and when he spiked a temperature of almost 38.5, he put his foot down. He'd insisted in turn that Curt was to stay put and rest as much as he could, but he'd neglected to think about how the one thing everyone knew about Curt Mega was that he never stayed in one place for very long.

"How bad is it?"

"Almost thirty eight and a half."

"You make it sound like I should be dead from hypothermia," Curt complained. "And I can't be bothered to work it out… Just tell me plain, would ya?"

"That's what you get for using Fahrenheit..." Owen sighed, muttering something about stupid Yanks and their stupid measurement system, and then falling silent while he tried to work it out. Curt mustered a little focus from absolutely nowhere, and tried to watch him as he made an attempt to sound less like Curt was dying a violent death from being frozen. Eventually, his thoughtful expression passed, and his eyes met Curt's once again, as he registered just how expectant he looked. "A little over a hundred and one?"

Curt grimaced. "Where'd this come from?" Both he and Owen tried to work it out, but both of them came up blank. "God! I can't believe I got sick! This sucks!"

"It does mean you get a day off whatever it is Cynthia wants from you... What was it again?" He knew for a fact what it was. The two piles of reports on the dining room table was conclusive enough, even if Curt had never admitted outright what he had to do. Owen knew the system. Curt had to physically separate the work he had to do from that which he had already done, hence why one of the piles was significantly smaller than the other. So far, he'd been looking for any excuse not to do it, but this one was legitimate.

Curt shot him a look. "You know I'm a good month behind on the reports and shit I need to do from... uh, from France, I think. And then there was that one in Toronto, and... god, uh-"

"Copenhagen," Owen offered, helpfully.

"Yeah. Copenhagen. How the hell do you know that?"

"I saw the topmost file, that's all. You wrote the location on a slip of paper."

"... Huh. Wait wait wait, are you gonna be here today?"

"I have nothing better to be doing..." In truth, Owen wasn't going to let Curt try and handle himself, no matter how fine he tried to insist he was. It had been a little while since the last time he and Curt had been completely available like this, and thus he was grateful for every moment, no matter the context for it. This little life they'd built for themselves wasn't worth an awful lot if they were barely there to enjoy it, despite the fact that neither of them were really the domestic type.

"Besides," he added, as a little bit of an afterthought. "I don't want to be the one to just leave when you're like this."

Curt managed a small smile. "Never took you for a househusband..." He tried. The very idea of it was absurd. Owen wasn't the type for settling down and staying still as much as he wasn't, so to think of him like this was almost laughable, in it's own way. Thankfully, Owen found it amusing too, and chuckled softly.

"I dunno, Curt, I think I'd have the knack for it."

"Oh really?"

"You know fine well I know how to cook, and who knows," he leaned back on his hands and gave a wistful smile, "maybe I'd be willing to retire from our debonair old life and give in to the throws of... domestic bliss."

A wave of silence washed over them. Curt stared at Owen, but only because he'd reached a point where the response was that dramatically delivered that it was almost convincing. Owen— the most suave, capable man to ever have walked into his life— actually seemed for a moment to almost suit that idea of domesticity that he had brewed up.

The silence lasted only a moment before Owen started laughing, and Curt only had a second to cherish the sound of it before he was laughing too.

"No, you're quite right," he hummed, clearing his throat. "I don't suit it, but at least I'd suit the idea of it better than you would."

"I dunno, you've kinda convinced me... Maybe not in a traditional way, but god... Something about you being all blissful and-" he broke off with another chuckle when he tried to picture it again. "It's funny, but I dunno, you could probably make it work."

"But, to answer your question, yes. I'll be here all day."

And he stuck by that, too. For what it was worth, he was a little better at keeping himself busy than his companion could ever hope to be. He had about an hour's worth of documentation to catch up on, then there was the book he'd been meaning to finish for a while… And of course, there was always Curt. The first time he checked after as much productivity as he could muster on a busy mind, he was flat out. He seemed to have the whole temperature regulation sorted; or at least, he had it figured out for now.

Owen prepared a washcloth and a bowl of water that had started out as lukewarm, but was significantly less than that by the time Curt came around. He knelt by the bedside with the exact air of the drastic change in situationship they'd both imagined him in, and wrung out the towel before gently laying it across Curt's forehead. The latter took a sharp breath when the sudden cool hit his skin, and then managed a laugh.

"What happened to not suiting it, huh?"

"I'm not saying I do, don't get used to it," Owen's tone was light, but he'd certainly thought about it enough in the last half hour. This was not up his alley by any means, and the idea of doing something like this constantly was somehow both something he could almost find himself doing, and the single most boring ending to his career that he could think of.

"I think it suits you..."

"Of course you do." Owen brushed the droplets from his fingertips onto the sleeve of his shirt, though smiling all the same. "You're the one of us being looked after. Speaking of, welcome back to the land of the living."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You were asleep for over three hours."

Curt's eyes went wide. "Huh? Really?"

"I did tell you that you sleep like the best of them, and I wasn't joking! I suppose it only matters depending on how it made you feel, though."

"I dunno... Better, I guess?"

"Well, you're still-" he could feel the heat of the cloth from the other side, and it hadn't been in place for longer than a minute. He made quick work of turning it over, and then really getting the chance to feel just how warm it had become. One reason why he was glad that water was no longer slightly warm. At least that was something to keep Curt cool while he battles this inner heat. "Way too warm to be normal. I assume nothing has really changed?"

"... Not really, no. But, uh, this feels kinda good."

#spies are forever #saf #curtwen #agent curt mega #owen carvour #void offering #star mail #nova's tags →#this is a good day for curt being really dramatic huh?#oh god he's got that man flu so hard #but y'know owen's probably used to it by now #his fault for having such a dramatic boyfriend #sad: the term “man flu” wasnt coined till the 90s #know that owen would definitely use that phrase against curt

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weepylucifer · 11 months

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like is it so wrong to want Ulixes to get mildly sick or hurt and then ponder at some length how Steban would take care of him. it'd be an absolute wet dream for him. he'd enter a state of quasi-holy rapture bc Steban just put a cold cloth on his forehead

#posts by me #like if he got. idk. the flu or something. god bless

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thesnowflake18 · 2 months

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The idea that Entry 17 is a True Lab security cam footage during Gaster's experiments while he was reciting what to write in his own entries (also SPEAKING in hands but WRITING normally) and perhaps one of the two others present being an assistant who writes/translates his coded speech into something legible.....is messing me up big time.

I'm not saying I liked all of this video, there are points I completely disagree with. I personally believe Alphys wrote all visible entries, created Flowey, and though doesn't know Toriel personally, knows OF her existence. Other than that though, kudos to this person for adding a twist to this story. The 2 DT experiments is vague since I assume ALPHYS coined the term NOT Gaster, but I also like to believe Gaster made/designed the extraction machine, so he knew of the existence of it. I mean we have to assume he knows of it if he has ANY relevance to the future plot w Souls. Idk, timeline is weird.

Now I'm really thinking the times we read legible Gaster dialogue it's him typing/writing vs speaking to us because we don't hear his garbled voicebit...interesting.

#snowspeaks #undertale #deltarune #utdr #gaster #wd gaster #lore got me crazy #also hi guys I have the flu making me extra delulu today #OH. also the part saying Flowey impersonated Papyrus to have us go the the true lab got me good #like that makes sense. he also impersonated Toriel and has a habit of mimicking #That'd also explain his weird behavior during the call tho it could just be acting weird after receiving orders from flowey #idk but it'd be a great twist #AND ALSO. Tape 5 ALSO being a lab recording bc of the muted hotlands audio????#how was I not delulu enough to notice this before. there's literally BEDS in there #makes more sense than Azzy accidentally hitting record and no one ever finding that footage #question is who extracted it from the security cam footage

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iscariotapologist · 7 months

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told my therapist to read gravity and grace

#i don't think he liked it lmao #unfortunately i got the covid booster and flu shot yesterday so i do not have the brain cells for this #always very funny when people in real life dont recognize how i am simply very weird about god #like they assume i'm some kind of edgy agnostic type because of the religious trauma. unfortunately god is still breathing down my neck #ugh i cannot think real thoughts rn #me

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shokupanko · 3 months

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Uhhhh finally my first post of 2024!

Here’s me and my sisters OC Sapientia :D

#fanart #art #procreate #oc art #original character #Sapientia #I’VE BEEN STRESSED AND I GOT THE FLU OKAY????#living that sad life fr #feeling better now tho :D #uhhhh I try to do full bodies more often I just don’t post them because dhhddjsj #also I feel like he’s anatomy is off but I couldn’t figure out how to fix it #yeah it’s he/him he just look like a fem boy twink #HE’S BEAUTIFUL LEAVE ME ALONE 😭😭😭😭#anyway that’s it not sure if I’m gonna have anything for Fukase’s birthday but oh well :/#leaving now for another month probably bye #fuck I still have requests to finish

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wolves-in-the-world · 7 months

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tags on krakenartificer's post about a leverage au where nate enters the priesthood but ends up running cons for people who come to him for help anyway:

#now i need a crossover episode of catholic priest nate who's still running leverage style shenanigans #with father brown [via @trivalentlinks]

thank you for making me stare at the wall in fascination and horror about this crossover

they'd be occasional allies occasional confidantes they'd go behind each other's backs once or twice and only kinda regret it. This nate hasn't gone through the same loss as in canon, but that wouldn't make him a whole lot softer, so he'd be fundamentally irritated with father brown - his tested and unshakeable belief and his optimism about the human condition - and father brown would be generally concerned about everyone on nate's end, and nate not the least of it. They'd play chess together and be fairly well-matched. They'd visit each other's confessionals to check in.

we'd get some interesting acknowledgement of father brown's "I'm nice and simple and harmless" grift (which I could also call power negativity) which is only kind of a grift because he really is that nice and harmless beneath, except that he uses it to get information from people.

flambeau would be utterly thrilled and (playfully?) insulted not to be father brown's only criminal associate.

the leverage crew would be correctly suspicious of flambeau, I think, but sophie would greet him by name - possibly with a kiss to the cheek, possibly eyeing him like he's a viper in their midst - and reference some very improbable occasion when they were after the same prize. He mentions she was using a different name then; he doesn't say what it was. Bonus points if he also had his eye on the dagger in the Rashomon Job but had the flu / was unexpectedly in prison / had to attend a grandmother's funeral at the time.

I have this certainty in my mind that the leverage crew would be largely dismissive of sid's abilities and he'd kind of snort and roll his eyes about it - he's at worst a common criminal and very lower class, so he's used to being understimated - and surprise them with his connections or lock-picking or holding his own in a brawl or fixing an elderly car in the quickest dirtiest way imaginable. (Parker would decide she likes him then; the others would be reassured after seeing how gentle he is when talking with her.) He'd also nope out of leverage's business at a sensible time, because father brown's rubbed off on him and he doesn't actually want that kind of danger - unless the con's personal.

(I'm not sure whether to set this in leverage time or drag it back to father brown's 1950s so I'm settling for mashing the two together and pretending it's not an issue. See also: geography.)

… father brown would have I think one harrowing conversation with eliot where they mention their time in the military, the marks that killing people and losing people leaves on a person - father brown already does this in canon, tells someone it's unfair that they're mired in trauma and alcoholism when he found his faith through trauma instead, it floored me - and after brushing on repentance and god here, he wouldn't bring it up with eliot again. (I think father brown varies on this in canon, frankly, but he often respects that kind of boundary, and I think he'd recognise a wound so sore it should be left to heal however it can.)

(yes I'm playing with fictional priests like barbie dolls but no I'm not comfortable with the conversion aspects, so apologies and bear with me while I skate on past that.)

(he'd describe eliot as a good person, once, or as someone working very hard at it. Eliot would be on edge about that for the entire con, finding a little too much uneasy satisfaction in getting to knock people out and play the bad guy - play at the simpler stuff he used to do. Sophie might catch father brown for a word about it; father brown wouldn't be that clumsy again.)

I think father brown and nate would both talk bunty out of getting involved in a joint kembleford-leverage operation except in the most innocent way possible. The problem is she actually would make a good getaway driver, and she's thrilled with the idea, but she's already had some run-ins with the press and the law and can't risk another; luckily she's better used as a distraction elsewhere.

and I'm sorry to do this, but I think lady felicia's husband would be a mark or potential mark at one point. It would be fraught.

(the main reason I haven't recommended father brown's heist episode (s7e10), aside from not having a background on the politics in it, is that it shows lady felicia as a victim and pulls the heist on her behalf. The show largely convinced me to ignore the messy reality of her and her husband's inherited wealth, but that episode made me kinda uncomfortable - which is a shame, because seeing these characters pull a heist was fucking great.)

mrs mccarthy would be used against her will or knowledge as a distraction while someone's pockets are picked. She isn't told until afterwards, and then only half by accident. She is, of course, horrified. Father brown was absolutely the one to suggest it in planning, but flambeau slips in mid-apology to smoothly take the blame.

I could in fact go on and this is in fact a problem.

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I'm actually thinking that father brown might approach eliot from an ex-military angle and not a Religious Authority angle at all - eliot was raised protestant, after all, and it's an entirely different vibe. And I have to think eliot's guarded around father brown for the very fact that he's a priest and seems to mean it in a way that nate, I feel, wouldn't. So they may avoid the topic entirely, or as close to it as they can when brushing on, well, eliot's entire moral injury situation. Which is good news for me.

bunty would admire parker for being different and capable and getting up to exciting things, though would probably fail at any attempts at friendship until she thinks to ask what parker likes doing and ends up learning to pick pockets that evening. The second those two are around buildings tall enough to rappel down she's in danger. (The second parker can slip away at night she's giving the church a go; father brown gives her a look the night before and quietly warns her about the dodgy roof.)

mrs mccarthy decides fairly quickly that hardison is a very nice young man (his nana instincts are online and functional) even if he spends far too much time on the wretched computer. She's determined to feed him and half the time he's determined to find ways to politely refuse, though the strawberry scones are actually pretty good.

she's appalled by eliot's job, and fiercely territorial of her kitchen when he offers help, even just cleaning up, but once she's seen him get in the way of trouble she's absolutely catching his arm and half hiding behind him in any crisis real or perceived. (She still doesn't approve of him.)

lady felicia sees hardison and eliot as two very different kinds of novelties and does some talking to hardison about tech (mostly listening and marveling) and some quietly ogling both of them, and especially eliot once she's seen him fighting. (Eliot unfortunately turned on his charm when he realised she sort of expected it. She doesn't get to chat with charming southern gents all that often - it's very shallow, and she's not serious about it.)

thank goodness bunty's too young for eliot so I don't have to go there. He has to tuck her out of sight in a barn at some point when trouble's headed their way; when the mess is almost cleaned up and she's grabbed a rifle from somewhere to tell the the remaining goon to clear off, with every appearance of competence, eliot takes it from her and disarms it with a smear of blood under his nose and a slightly betrayed expression.

hardison and sid get along, aside from a little initial insecurity on the parker front, and get to bitch a bit about flambeau, who hardison mistrusts from the start.

flambeau... he admires parker, from a distance - professionally and not very effusively - but after he watches her work for a while he seems to realise who she was trained by, and tells her as much. He says he was too, for a very short time, and it's unclear if he'd gain anything from making it up. Says that he and archie had a difference of opinion - and has a way of saying it that implies there might have been fire involved.

#hello. hi. sorry folks. I do in fact recommend father brown (the bbc show) SO LONG AS #you're aware of and comfortable with the fact that he IS a catholic priest.#messy show kind show I had the flu when I fell in love with it #flambeau and sophie would communicate in ways the other characters wouldn't understand and low key flirt like it's breathing #both nate and lady felicia would be jealous and have to DEAL with the fact that they're jealous #this is going to end with nate leaving the priesthood to get to know sophie and run cons with the team isn't it #with father brown's blessing-and-cautions-and-please-stay-in-touch (which he obviously does)#father brown #leverage #orig #this is a separate post to spare the previous OP because I got a bit carried away #and trivalent sorry for referencing characters you don't really know yet!! this just sort of Happened I'm as surprised as you are #can I make this make sense enough to fit one episode's worth of story. maybe.#it would in fact be concerningly plausible to write a modern day fic with a small english village that's apparently stuck in the 1950s #my head's in my hands about this country tbh #catholicism cw #christianity cw #this post may self-destruct after a while we'll see

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