#...time to hush now this isn't even my period in history

[nimblermortal]

People in the notes: Hardison should be in technology!!

Me having just read about the Indian independence movement: Through a combination of grift, con, and forgery, Mr. Hardison is embezzling so much from the British East India Company. As of the pilot, it has not yet occurred to him that there is a moral aspect to this.

Thinking about a Leverage Regency AU and how easy it would be…

The place is London. The year is 18—

Rev. Nathaniel Ford: a disgraced Irish vicar. (Sorry Nate, I couldn’t make the Catholicism work; you’re a Protestant now 😔✊) Fell out with God after losing his son, Samuel. Then he subsequently fell out with his patron, an Earl, who would not fund an expensive surgeon for Sam’s care, and finally with his wife, Margaret. Displaced from his station, his credibility, and power as an agent to nobility, Nate moves quietly to London, hoping to realize his revenge or to drink himself to death - whichever comes first. His parish is now being preached to by a Rev. James Sterling.

Mrs. Sophie Devereaux: a spy through and through. She might actually be a duchess, but didn’t you see her in that terrible play on Drury Lane? No one’s really sure. In society, she’s viewed as an eccentric and slightly mysterious salon hostess, but that cover allowed her to play the British and the French governments throughout the end of the 18th century. A metropolitan girl at heart, she’ll never be found in the country unless planning to procure a particular pièce d’art from one of the gaudy estate manors there.

Mr. Elliot Spencer: began his career at 9, as a cabin boy for a naval vessel. He saw the world twice over, but also witnessed the cruel hierarchy between officers and sailors first hand. He roved through the navy and the army doing little more than grunt work, but studied the martial and combat techniques of every place he went. Now he’s just trying to live the quiet life in London as a bruiser for hire.

Mr. Alec Hardison: a man who has lived many lives —aided, of course, by his job as a private banker, moving around the wealth of London at his leisure. In his line of work, he has picked up the ins and outs of all the governing bodies and businesses in the empire. Add that to his virtuosic ability to pick up any form of study and Mr. Hardison could bleed London dry, given the right reasons. For now, he enjoys the high life thanks to the fortunes of his “betters”.

Parker: an urchin, a waif, the stickiest of fingers in the nicest of neighborhoods. Once the apprentice of the notorious criminal, Lord Archibald Leech, the Gentleman’s Thief, she’s since left his tutelage and is now operating unseen in the big houses of Grosvenor Square as a scullery maid, putting enough bits and bobs aside to graduate from service and to never look back again.

[noforkingclue]

I loved that thomas thorne fic and there just isn't enough of him out there! Can you write one where the reader is a ghost that has been in the attic since the 1920s or somewhere around that era? And no one knew about her till Allison found her and brought her out? And maybe she sees thomas and starts flirting?

Thank you so much anon! I love Ghosts and completely agree with you. I hope you like the fic! :D

Title: At First Sight

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary

“I’m not sure about this Alison,” you said as you looked down the stairs, “It’s been almost a hundred years since I left this room.”

“Exactly,” said Alison, “The other’s want to meet you.”

“You told them about me?” you took a couple of steps back, “I can’t do this! What if they don’t like me?”

“They will.”

“But-“

“Come on, you can’t stay up here forever!”

“I have done for the past hundred years. I can stay here for a hundred more!”

“Please y/n. Everyone’s so excited to meet you. They haven’t seen a new face in years and while you’re not exactly newly umm…”

“Dead.” You said drily

“Yeah,” Alison said slightly embarrassed, “You’ll be new to them. Pat’s got everyone in one place to meet you, he’s even managed to get Humphrey’s head on his body. The Captain’s even written a welcoming speech.”

“Head on body? Welcoming speech?”

“Apparently he’s worked really hard on it. You don’t want to disappoint him do you?”

“No,” you said, “No, you’re right. I can’t hide up here forever. It’s just… I don’t do well in groups.”

“It’ll be fine,” said Alison as you followed her down the stairs, “Nothing bad ever happens!”

You looked down at your chest where a large, ornate knife was sticking out of it.

“The last time I was in a group I got stabbed.” You said

“Right, of course.” Alison said as the quickly looked away, “But at least this group won’t try and kill you!”

“Alison.”

“Yes?”

“You’re not exactly helping.”

“Oh. Sorry. Well,” Alison waved her hand at a closed door, “We’re here.”

You hesitated and Alison sighed.

“It’ll be alright,” she said opening the door, “I’ll be right beside you.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting when you entered the room but it certainly wasn’t what you saw. The room was full of arguing ghosts from different time periods. Some of them had clothing you recognised from your history lessons while others wore strange outfits you had never seen before. When Alison shut the door the room fell silent and all eyes were on the two of you.

“Well.”

“I say.”

“Is that a knife sticking out of her chest?”

“Are those her knees,” a female ghost marched towards you, “Young lady what are you wearing?”

“Fanny,” said Alison, “Is this really-“

“Yes,” Fanny interrupted, “Yes it is. A lady must never-“

“Is it really important what I do or don’t do?” you asked, “I’m dead so it’s not like I can change outfits.”

Fanny opened and shut her mouth several times in shock. Alison had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing and facing the wrath of Lady Button.

“Pat,” Alison said quickly, “Is everyone here?”

“Well,” said a nervous looking man, “Almost everyone.”

“Almost?”

“Thomas went off to look for you.”

“Ah.”

“Who’s Thomas?” you asked

“You can meet him later,” said Pat, “In the meantime I’d like for formally welcome you to-“

“Yes, yes, thank you Patrick,” another ghost interrupted, “But as leader of the group it is my duty to welcome y/n to the troop.”

“Troop,” you looked around the group, “What the-“

“Cap-“ Pat said nervously

“As I was saying,” said the Cap glaring at Pat, “Before I was rudely interrupted-“

“Oh isn’t this fantastic,” an excitable ghosts linked arms with you, “We’re going to be best friends. You can sleep over in my room and then I can sleep over in yours. We can stay up all night talking about balls and men and parties and-“

“Katherine!” the Cap snapped, “Please I am trying to-“

“Ah Alison, there you are!”

“Why do I even bother.” Said the Captain in exasperation

“And here comes Thomas,” Alison muttered to you, “Brace yourself.”

Katherine was pulled away from you by Pat and led away. She kept looking over at you but Pat was talking to you in hushed tones.

“Alison I have been looking all over for you. I have- oh I say.”

You looked up and for the first time that day you felt completely calm. It was as though all sounds and everyone else had melted away and it was you and Thomas in the room.

“God has decided to bless us with the most exquisite person on this planet,” he said softly, “Pray tell where have you been.”

“Err, the attic.”

“The attic,” he said softly, “How could I have been such a fool to not have ventured up there?”

“And how could I have been such a fool to have not come down before,” you said walking towards him, “I should’ve come down before if I had known you’d be down here.”

This seemed to stun Thomas. He blinked rapidly and become flustered and spluttered.

“You, err, mean… that?”

“As long as you meant what you said,” you said looking away, “I’m not used to… you know… other people.”

You gave him a shy smile before looking away. Thomas seemed equally flustered and he said,

“Thomas Thorne, at your service.”

He took your hand and pressed a kiss against your knuckles.

“Y/n l/n,” you replied with a smile, “Pleasure to-“

“Absolutely not!”

Immediately you were pulled away from Thomas and Lady Button stood between you two.

“This is highly inappropriate.”

“But-“

“Not now dear,” she said, “Now come with me and I’ll help you become a lady despite your,” she looked you up and down with a disapproving look, “Attire.”

With surprising strength Fanny pulled you out of the room.

“What the-“ Thomas spluttered, “This is utterly preposterous. Stop this instant!”

Alison let out a sigh of relief as Thomas left the room. You and Thomas seemed enamoured with each other which meant he wouldn’t be pursuing her. She could relax without having to worry about him popping up randomly.

“Alison!” she hears you shout, “You need to come here right now!”

Well, maybe it was too soon to relax.