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tortoisesshells · 1 year

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could I please request #37 "eyes" for...the first fandom on your ao3! (or dealer's choice)

of course! Mercy Street was my first AO3 fandom, so here's some fluff of dubious canonical status. I guess it fits in somewhere in between 1x05 and 2x01?

“That’s enough of that, Nurse Mary,” said Jed Foster, high-handedly taking the latest Frank Leslie’s Illustrated from her drooping hands, “The light’s bad – you’ll strain your eyes worse than our spirits, if that is possible.”

For her part, Mary made a half-hearted gesture that the paper ought to be returned, but, sleep-addled as she was, she could scarcely remember what she had just read about the port of New Orleans, or what was happening there now; her protest was very easily turned aside, and it was hard not to let herself be amused by Jed’s sharp-edged care.

He continued: “If you insist on doing damage to your own features – and with our own equipment and supplies in such a state, I would have an easier time finding tincture of laudanum in Little Napoleon’s camp than here – I’ll be forced to requisition glasses from some unsuspecting soul. For the good of the Union – I think, perhaps, I might be able to convince our stout-hearted chaplain of the necessity with such a line.”

“Jed – oh, don’t – but do I believe you would,” Mary replied, already nodding off.

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#fic #my fic #mercy street pbs #viva la phoster!#(now THERE'S a tag I haven't used in a while!)#mary phinney #jed phoster #shocking EVERYONE. no. i did not locate the appropriate Frank Leslie's Illustrated Newspaper for this one.#FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE i was normal.

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jomiddlemarch · 2 years

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Askbox meme: Mercy Street + Louisa Lister? Please and thank you!

Jed Foster had a queer look on his face, his brows drawn in and his lips pressed together, not quite embarrassed. He looked apologetic, and in all the days and weeks and months and even years Anne had worked with the man she’d never once seen the like of it; when Mary was very ill, he’d looked anguished, but there was no grief in his dark eyes now, no bitterness in the curve of his lip. He sat at the hulking oak desk Summers had left and McBurney had ceded, a sheaf of papers held down with a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles and he even wore his frock coat, brushed free of any dust, his neck-cloth elegantly tied. In one of the chairs reserved for those approaching the Chief Medical Office was a stranger, a spare, middle-aged woman in a bonnet that didn’t pretend to smartness, a jet brooch at her collar. Her gloved hands rested in her lap but her gaze was direct, anything but demure. She looked at Anne as if she withheld any judgment.

“Miss Hastings, you must know how deeply I, and the rest of the staff at Mansion House, have appreciated your work as the Acting Head Nurse since Nurse Phinney was taken ill and had to resign her position,” he said.

He pronounced Nurse Phinney as if it were some foreign expression he’d never heard uttered aloud. The woman had left Alexandria as Nurse Mary and returned as Mrs. Jedediah Foster, Mrs. Doctor to the boys on the wards, Miz Foster to Charlotte Jenkins’s contraband folk, kept from her prior position by the lingering effects of camp fever and the gold ring Jed Foster had put on her finger as soon as his divorce decree came through and Mary’s delirium lifted. Anne didn’t mind her as much since she’d stopped trying to run the place and spent her time writing letters and chatting with the patients or doing whatever it was she did under the tent behind the hospital. Foster wouldn’t let her spend the whole day away from home, concerned she’d wear herself out, as solicitous of her now as he’d been dismissive when she arrived and been assigned a pallet in the corner. They had a fine home now on Prince Street, leased, but still gracious, filled with well-made furniture and vases of fresh flowers and books, charming ornaments Mary had brought back with her from Boston. Anne had only been once, hardly able to enjoy the tea Mary poured for both Anne and Emma, though the cup was properly steeped and there was a little pot of clover honey to drizzle into its ruddy depths. It was envy, she owned that, but it didn’t do her any good and Mary seemed to know it.

“Yes, well, the hospital needed someone with nursing experience and my time in the Crimea with Miss Nightingale has stood me in great stead,” Anne replied. Whoever the woman in the chair was, it wouldn’t hurt her to learn a little of Anne’s history.

“The Crimea, yes,” Foster said, then cleared his throat. “As I was saying, your willingness to assume the Acting Head Nurse position has been noted and we are all grateful. But Miss Dix has written and assured us we might have both a Head Nurse and deputy, given the pace of our admissions and the complexity of our cases.”

Anne glanced at the other woman and let herself smile a little smile, like a cat with the first taste of cream. She was to be promoted to Head Nurse and be given a deputy! How Mary Foster must gnash her teeth over it and how perfectly delightful to receive not only advancement but her own assistant, an outward signifier of how far she’d ascended and to what degree of esteem she should be held.

“Miss Dix demonstrates her inestimable wisdom yet again,” Anne said, inclining her head as she would to the Queen herself. Jed gave her a skeptical glance, as if he recalled Anne’s hours of complaint, carping and outright fulmination against Dragon Dix upon the reading of the letter that announced the Baroness von Olnhausen’s imminent arrival.

“I’m quite pleased to hear you say it. I’m sure you’ll join me in welcoming Mrs. Louisa Lister, our new Head Nurse, to Mansion House, and find acting as her deputy most fulfilling,” Foster said. His dark eyes positively glittered as he made the announcement, evidence the beastly man was enjoying her inability to conceal her shocked dismay.

“The new Head Nurse? Louisa Lister?” Anne repeated, the fury in her tone making the words dull instead of lively.

“Mrs. Dr. Amos J. Lister,” the woman said. “Of Portland, Maine.”

“Another bloody New Englander?” Anne snapped, before she could stop herself. As if she would have tried to stop herself. Louisa Lister, Mrs. Amos J. Lister, gave her a steady look. Her eyes were a blue so close to grey they deserved no name for the hue and Anne had the sudden conviction the woman had never worn a pair of gold ear-bobs or crowed over a length of silk ribbon.

“I think you must mean Mrs. Foster. She’s from Boston,” Louisa said, as if she’d stated Mary had been born and raised in Satan’s own lair. “I’m a Mainer.”

“Saints preserve us,” Anne muttered. Jed, the wretch, winked at her, very quickly before Louisa Lister could see it. Louisa sniffed, very quietly, and Anne knew she’d heard Anne’s exclamation and noticed Jed’s reaction.

“I like to begin as I mean to go on. I hope we will find we rub along together well, Miss Hastings,” Louisa said. She rose and Anne found she was not nearly as tall as Mary, nor Anne, just tall enough not to be considered short, and her clothes, though well-made, were plain as her plain face, only the jet at her throat matching the gleam in her eyes. “I’m glad to hear of your experience in the Crimea and I know you’ve seen plenty here in Alexandria. Before I was Head Nurse at War Hospital in Newark, I gave my extra hours to my late husband’s surgery, whatever time I could spare from raising our three sons. I know the value of a well-trained nurse and also how important it is for the nursing staff to recognize they have one leader to answer to—”

“I’m flattered, madam,” Jed said glibly.

“I didn’t mean you, Dr. Foster,” Louisa replied. “As you well know. You needn’t madam me, I never was a baroness. Mrs. Foster told me of your proclivities.”

“How remarkably piquant of her,” Jed replied.

“I don’t know as I’d choose that word for it,” Louisa said. “Nor would your wife, for all her Boston airs. I don’t use a five dollar word when a nickel will do.”

“It’s a strange place to economize,” Foster said. “Still, I shan’t interfere in your plans and pronouncements.”

“I expect you’ll try,” she said, without any of the airiness Anne would have chosen, nor Mary’s earnestness. There was an evenness to her voice that would not brook dispute. “You won’t succeed though.”

#mercy street #prompt fill #original female character #phoster #viva la phoster!#anne hastings #vignette #canon au #season 3 that never was #shades of charlie brown and the football #new england infighting #tortoiseshells #mary phinney x jed foster #using the mrs. dr. construction from Anne of Green Gables shamelessly

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broadwaybaggins · 4 years

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Mercy Street - a different shipping meme

lowkey otp Samuel and Charlotte. I wish we’d gotten to see more of them.

highkey notp Emma and Frank

[softly] don’t notp I don’t quite know what this one means? I’m choosing to interpret it as “don’t hate it” and if that’s it I’ll go with Anne and Byron. Don’t judge me

highkey otp but i’m scared of saying it because it’s not a very popular choice I’m not sure I have one, however I think it was jamesknoxpolka or sagiow who suggested Anne and Charlotte and I’ve been unable to stop thinking about it since!

highkey otp and anyone on my tumblr knows it VIVA LA PHOSTER AND EMMRY

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jomiddlemarch · 3 years

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Mercy Street Advent: Silver and AU

So, with hours to spare on 12/1, I put together a list of holiday advent AU/crossover prompts for our beloved Mercy Street! You may write any or all, drabbles to multi-chapters to moodboards! I tried to include some known favorite other fandoms/scenarios so there is something for everyone.

1. Harry Potter AU/crossover

2. Band of Brothers AU/crossover

3. Frozen AU/crossover

4. Little Women AU/crossover

5. Anne of Green Gables AU/crossover

6. Arthurian legend AU/crossover

7. Downton Abbey AU/crossover

8. Star Wars AU/crossover

9. Star Trek AU/crossover

10. Timeless AU/crossover

11. His Dark Materials AU/crossover

12. GLOW AU/crossover

13. The Good Place AU/crossover

14. Oregon Trail AU/crossover

15. Turn AU/crossover

16. MASH AU/crossover

17. Umbrella Academy AU/crossover

18. A Discovery of Witches AU/crossover

19. Jane Austen AU/crossover

20. Agatha Christie AU/crossover

21. Marvel AU/crossover

22. The Office AU/crossover

23. Hallmark/Netflix Holiday AU/crossover

24. Christmas Carol crossover/AU

25. It’s a Wonderful Life crossover/AU

Tagging our regular crew but open to all lovers of Mercy Street! @fericita-s @mercurygray @broadwaybaggins @sagiow @paulinedorchester @tortoisesshells

#mercy street pbs #mercy street #mercy street advent prompt post #silver and AU #I can never resist a chemistry joke #emmry #viva la phoster #haliza #rare-pairs welcome #romance welcome #not required #fanfic

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mercurygray · 3 years

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What if Mary and Jed had a kid?

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Ooo, ANOTHER pair from the archive - we're on a roll here! I have already blessed the Phinney-Fosters with a son, so we'll do a daughter this time around!

Name: Harriet Marianne Foster - Harriet for Beecher Stowe, Marianne because they couldn't well do another Mary.

Gender: female

General Appearance: There's a bit of surprise out of the gate when Harriet makes her appearance with a bit of golden-tinged down on her little head, but that soon corrects to her mother's own dark brown. Harriet has her father's flashing eyes, and his temper, too.

Personality: Jo March is obviously taken, but when Mary Phinney-Foster finally gets around to reading Alcott's book she recognizes a lot of her daughter in the second March sister. Harriet is effusive, opinionated, able to hold her own in an argument, and does not have any space for the words 'sitting quietly' in her vocabulary. She certainly isn't the only bluestocking in Boston, but having a doctor father at Harvard certainly helps girls who want to study chemistry and dream of going to Radcliffe.

Special Talents: A keen mind for scientific pursuits, a certain disregard for flounces and furbellows.

Who they like better: Her father, who spoils her terribly and absolutely cannot say no when Harrie asks for anything, whether it be skipping out on the governess to attend his lectures or a new microscope.

Who they take after more: She would say Jed, absolutely. Harriet has inherited her father's verve and none of her mother's calm - which her father finds funny, as Mary's got quite a temper too, when occasion merits. If you asked Doctor Foster, he'd say his daughter takes after his wife in her fearlessness and her ability to both see rules and break them.

Personal Head canon: She's going to fight her way into the Harvard Medical School and the Dean is going to like it.

Face Claim: Florence Pugh, but dark-haired.

#the lovely land of might have written #viva la phoster

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