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hekate1308 · 5 months
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I Never Said It Would Be Easy
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Prompt: I never said it would be easy
Fandom: Father Brown
Pairing: Sid Carter/Inspector Sullivan
“Sir, I wanted to know if you need anything else?”
He blinked and became aware that Goodfellow must have been standing there for quite some time already.
It didn’t help that he had been trying to work on this file all day and had made practically no progress.
“No, thank you, Sergeant” he said, hoping against hope that he’d fooled him but naturally he hadn’t.
“Excuse me, sir, but are you alright?”
“I –“ he cleared his throat. “I might be coming down with something.”
It was hardly the best of excuses, and Goodfellow was a good policeman, but he seemed to guess that he didn’t want to talk about it.
Apart from the fact that – well – they could hardly talk about what was wrong because it constituted Tom breaking the law.
And someone else was involved.
He was rather sure that Goodfellow knew or at least suspected something but so far had never mentioned it, and he didn’t this time either.
Instead, he bid him a polite goodbye and Tom realized that it was, indeed, already time to go home.
Home…
He sighed. He had no idea if he would come home to an empty house tonight, but it was likely.
Even worse, he could not say what he would prefer.
There was only one way to find out, though, so he packed up his briefcase and left.
He had only recently given his lover a key after realizing rather a little too late that he had simply picked the lock every time he dropped by and thought nothing of it.
Their was no light on, but that didn’t have to mean anything. They were usually careful to avoid the impression that someone was in the house when Tom wasn’t.
Sid wasn’t in the living room, as was his wont, and he felt his shoulders tense. It seemed like he had wanted him to be there after all.
To the kitchen and the alcohol it was, then, even though he knew it was not healthy. But sometimes there was nothing one could do.
He jumped when he turned on the light and found his lover (former lover?) sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a glass of whiskey. “Hey.”
“Good evening” he answered as he passed to pour himself his own glass, something in him having relaxed at the sight – if he was still here, they must still have a chance, certainly? Unless Sid simply wanted to end it all in person…
He downed his glass and poured another.
“You should pace yourself.”
“Because you do that”.
“It’s my first” he said quietly, and Tom turned around, surprised.
“Wanted a clear head.”
That could mean a lot of things, including the aforementioned possibility that he wanted to end it.
“I see” he therefore said.
Sid sighed. “Look, could you sit down, please? If you start pacing down like a caged animal again… Let’s just say, it won’t help.”
He knew that he had done so this morning, that it was in fact one of his typical reactions when fighting with someone, and he equally knew that it made Sid uneasy, so he complied.
“So I’ll start” Sid began with the expression of a man who had been repeating what he was about to say to himself for at least an hour. “I’m sorry.”
That was a surprise.
“I didn’t mean to pressure you. I just think our friends have the right to know.”
Your friends, he wanted to say but didn’t because, despite his best efforts, he had come to the conclusion that he had slowly but surely grown fond of them as well, even the Father, although he would never have admitted so.
 “And you know they would never breathe a word to anyone.”
Perhaps not intentionally, but get a few glasses of champagne into Lady Felicia…
“But again, I didn’t mean to make it sound like an ultimatum.” He sighed. “I never said it would be easy.”
No, he never had. For all his easy-go-lucky attitude, Sid never pretended that they were not taking a huge risk, which was one of the reasons he took a chance in the first place.
It was time he answered, so he took another sip and said, “I… it’s not that I’m completely averse to ever telling them. But I don’t think we should rush into it, either.”
Sid looked at him and nodded, and it was only then that Tom realized he must have been as stressed as he himself felt because his shoulders slumped. “So… we take it slow? Would that be alright?”
He nodded.
“So… we’re good?”
The boyish hope in his voice made him smile almost, but only almost, against his will. “Yes. I would say so.”
Sid grinned at him and reached out to take his hand, and Tom knew all would be well.
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autolycuss · 7 months
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Sid and Sullivan (and intense eyecontact~)
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elvieshezza · 3 days
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not pictured: goodfellow walking in on them and sullivan falling off the desk that i couldn't be bothered to draw
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bisidneycarter · 5 months
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helloooo idk why it's been so long since i've been on here (HAV I MISSED ANYTHING??) but Say Don't Go is such a sid sullivan song i'm in pain everytime i listen
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sunflowersdaisies · 1 year
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sidandsullivan · 1 year
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A Sid x Sullivan mood board
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sarcasticteapot · 1 year
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And no, my head won’t accept straight Sullivan. I’m loyal to Cartivan✨
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jxmieswxnter · 2 years
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as a fan of both studio ghibli and father brown, I present adorable cartivan mashed with a lil howl's. it's certainly not perfect in places but it's goddamn adorable idc what you say
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montabeau · 2 years
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something i absolutely need to see: lady felicia somehow getting roped into going camping.
perhaps it’s a charity thing, and she was pretty much guilt-tripped into going because it’s a cause she’s raised a lot of money for in the past (à la s4 ep6 when she’s lowkey guilt-tripped into staying in the nhs hospital). there’s also quite a few other people from kembleford there, including most of the main cast — father brown, mrs m, sid, goodfellow, and any of the inspectors really. you know what, let’s make it sullivan so we can have a Very Gay scene where he and sid bump into each other while they’re both still wearing whatever they slept in.
anyway, felicia keeps complaining to anyone who’ll listen about how she’s having “an absolutely dreadful time out here in the middle of nowhere” (aka in a field that’s about ten minutes’ walk away from the village) — and things don’t exactly improve for her when she finds one of the other campers dead.
cue the classic lady-felicia-has-just-found-a-dead-body scream, sullivan arresting completely the wrong person based on some misleading evidence, and father brown trying to find the real killer before an innocent person is hanged
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moonextinguisher · 1 year
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Just thinking/dreaming.
If only they had kept the cast of season 9 episode 10 (without Monty, I consider him a 'guest appearance'), added chief inspector Sullivan as head of the police stations in that region (don't know how you would call someone like that, but someone else can figure that out) and let him team up with Father Brown. Not only to get close to Father Brown's adoptive son (yeah, there I go again) but also to annoy the hell out of Mallory much to the delight/amusement of Goodfellow. Than I would have been happy as a bug in a rug and not venting my frustration all over Tumblr with not even an award winning strawberry scone in sight to comfort me.
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kembleford1953 · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Father Brown (2013) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sid Carter/Inspector Sullivan Characters: Inspector Sullivan (Father Brown), Sid Carter Additional Tags: Snow, First Kiss, Smoking, Autistic Sullivan, Autism, Sensory Overload, Past abuse by a parent, Trauma, Sullivan’s Father Hate Squad, Prompt: Person A and Person B's first snow day together Summary:
Sullivan is having a terrible time at Lady Felicia’s Christmas party. Luckily, Sid is on hand to distract him.
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jlbilu · 1 year
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@moonextinguisher , Tumblr didn't allow me reblog this from your account, hope you don't mind.
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hekate1308 · 1 year
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Fictober 2022, #10
Prompt: “It’s  my name on the line“
Fandom: Father Brown
Rating: G
Pairings: Sid/Sullivan
He had grown so used to hiding who and what he was that a part of him must have started to believe that, as far away from London as he was, no one would ever know. He had not had a slip-up in years, so how could anyone possibly guess? As for looking for companionship… there were some things that were not meant to be, and not too many single ladies in Kembleford who were chasing after him, thankfully. Even lady Felicia had stopped her match-making attempts, which he had put down to her believing him to be a confirmed old bachelor by now.
As it turned out, he had been rather spectacularly wrong about that.
It all began with Carter fixing the roof of the police station. Now, Sullivan personally wouldn’t have picked him for the job, but since it had started raining onto Sergeant’s Goodfellow’s desk, and there was no one else available, and so he’d gotten the job before Sullivan was even asked.
But well – he figured as long as they kept him away from the evidence (this time around, it was just a question of keeping Father Brown away from the cases – luckily, Carter was currently not implicated in anything) there should be no problem with all of this.
But instead, he soon found that, whenever he left his office, Carter would find a way to… not be working on the roof. If he didn’t want a cup of tea, he was talking to Goodfellow, or was bringing in some material he’d later need; and always, always would he insist on speaking to Sullivan as he did so.
That in itself he could have believed to be yet another  way of Carter’s to annoy him, but instead, he couldn’t help but notice that the other man’s eyes would… linger on him, no matter what he did; and once he brushed past him, casually touching his arm.
He told himself, as he had done many times when Carter was involved, that those were not butterflies in  his stomach. Or if they were, he knew how to deal.
But there were other things he couldn’t ignore so easily.
Yes, he had suspected for a while – almost from the beginning – that Carter didn’t much distinguish between the sex of his partners as long as he found them attractive – but that didn’t mean – it couldn’t mean – or rather, he couldn’t allow it to mean –
There was no reason to  expect this behaviour to continue, he told himself. Carter probably just wanetd to have a little bit of fun at his expense, thought it was amusing to rile him up a little bit. He most likely didn’t even suspect a thing. Why should he?
But things continued. After the roof had been fixed, Carter would still find possibilities to throw himself in his way, and – well –
Sullivan had to admit to himself that he wasn’t bad company, when he didn’t feel the need to strangle him, which admittedly still occurred on a regular basis.
So really, they had still bantered and occasionally laughed together, and maybe Carter had managed to get him to the pub once or twice, but that had been it.
Until today, when they had been having a cup of tea in the kitchen after dinner, and Carter had kissed him out of the blue.
Naturally, he’d pushed him away and run out of his own home, and so he’d ended up here, sitting in his office, late at night, his head buried in his hands.
He should perhaps have expected Father Brown to show up.
He didn’t even say anything; he simply sat down.
"Father, don’t” When he still  kept silent, Sullivan added, “It's my name on the line."
It was an understatement, of course. There was so much more on the line than his name – for example, his job, his freedom and, in the end, his life. He had heard stories, he had seen the law enacted. He knew what to expect.
As a matter of fact,. Shouldn’t Father Brown as well, he suddenly realized – seeing as the Catholic Church not only seemed to entirely agree with the law on this issue, but actually  be somewhat stricter, considering what the Bible said? (At the very least, he couldn’t imagine that the Catholic Church was more lenient than the C of E, rather the opposite).
But Father Brown was only looking at him with a strange mixture of pity and – was that something like fondness? But why should it be? – in his eyes. “That may be, Inspector, but I firmly believe there comes a time in everyone’s life when he has to decide between – let’s call it his name – and being happy.”
And he got up and left.
Sullivan continued to sit in the darkness for a few minutes, then slowly got up and walked home.
When he reached his front door, someone – Carter of course – cleared his throat behind him.
He took a deep breath and thought about what Father Brown had said.
Then he unlocked the door and simply stated, “You should come in.”
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elvieshezza · 22 days
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father brown tumblr i need ur help
am looking for a specific fic in which Sid compares Sullivan to a hedgehog and father brown is like "i'm not sure inspector sullivan would appreciate being compared to a hedgehog"
i can't remember for the life of me what it was called im so desperate i want to read it again 🙏🙏🙏
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bisidneycarter · 2 months
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FINALLY POSTED THE START OF THE SID/SULLIVAN FIC IVE BEEN WRITING FOR ALMOST A YEAR!!
‘I ‘eard you and Mrs D share a love for Shakespeare,’ Sid said. Sullivan leant against the doorway, arms folded.
‘Yes. Those are all my copies though.’
‘Seems you share a love for something else too.’ Sid turned to look at him. Sullivan’s gut ached once more.
‘Cars, yes.’
Sid scoffed. ‘I meant men.’
‘Carter…’
‘What? Not as if I’ve no evidence to base it off.’
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sunflowersdaisies · 1 year
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Rest assured, Mr. Carter, we will not be nearly so careless in future.
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