#inspector valentine imagine

[rose-edith]

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!

[emotionalsupportbastardmen]

Round one of the Bastard Man (affectionate) championshionships is complete!

Let's take a moment to appreciate everyone who got knocked out in round one, and everything I like about them.

Mammon (Obey Me)

Mammon the love of my life Mammon. </3 Yes he's a demon, yes he's the avatar of greed, yes he's "the scummy brother", but with a heart of gold, deep down inside. Very deep down. Plus he's funny and secretly sensitive and he likes to cuddle. <3 I'm honestly shocked he got knocked out in round one, I always thought he was quite a tumblr darling.

Hercule Flambeau (Father Brown)

Everyone loves a gentleman thief, don't they? Especially one with a homoerotic relationship with his narrative foil? A master of disguise? A secret sadboy with a tragic backstory? A man who broke out of prison? World's sluttiest absent father? When will your man ever.

Inspector Mallory (Father Brown)

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. He's such a funny character. Little angry northern bastard man. He's awful, and should be easy to hate, but he just suffers so often and suffers so beautifully, you can't help but root for him to win, just once. And he loves his kids! A short king and a DILF.

James E. Negatus (Yonderland)

Listen. Listen. I could never love anyone like I love Negatus. He occupies a special and unique part of my heart just for him. He's babygirl. He's daddy. He's cringefail. He's badass. He's gender. He's really really kinky. I cannot understate this, this is the fetish fuel show and it's like 70% his fault. He's on a mission to kill the hero but he's also sort of in love with her. I'm never not going to go feral for that. He has a tragic backstory and a softness for small children and small animals. He's canonically committed multiple warcrimes, several murders, and also demon-genocide. He's done nothing wrong ever in his life <3

Louis Fairhead (Casualty)

My sweet prince when will he return from war? It's been so long since the show ever even so much as acknowledged him. He wasn't even at his own father's wedding to a woman Louis was practically part-raised by. I think he's fallen into a crack in space and time. Anyway I love Louis. I don't even think he's a bad guy. He's had the most traumatic life imaginable. His mother died in a car accident while he was in the car. He got kidnapped once. One time he nearly got blown up. This was all before he was ten. Then as a teenager he became a drug addict. And as a young adult he had a heroin overdose. I think he's within his rights to be an angry and emotionally distant man. I would defend him to the death. I just want him to be safe and happy and healthy. Feel like pure shit just want him back.

Aristide Valentin (the Father Brown books)

First of all Aristide Valentin did nothing wrong so jot that down. YES he committed murder. But he murdered a Catholic pro-guillotine billionaire so it barely counts. He also stole human remains but this is tumblr, we're used to that. He's a skilled swordsman with a vast sword collection which is just the sexiest thing imaginable. YES he's rude to everyone but you don't UNDERSTAND, he's a genius surrounded by idiots, he gets frustrated. Also he's Parisian, they're just like that I think, he can't help it. Honestly his only real crime is smoking while on the underground platform at Liverpool Street station. That's unforgivable.

Barclay Beg-Chetwynde (BBC Ghosts)

Honestly one of the funniest characters in the show, I don't even care. Every episode he's in is a delight. Every single line delivery is so deliciously bastardly. And he makes a brilliant foil to my two favourite characters, Julian and Alison. He's great.

B.Z. (Santa Claus The Movie)

I love this movie. I love this movie a lot. I've watched it at least twice a year every year since I was a toddler. Often more. I could quote the whole film by heart. And my guy B.Z. is by far the most quotable character. Highlight of the whole film. Every single line of his lives rent free in my head. He has beef with Santa Claus for literally no good reason. He chained up a child for even less good reason. He invented Christmas 2. He exited the movie by eating too many magic flying lollypops and floating away into the stratosphere. Utterly unhinged from first scene to last. Literally no-one could ever compare.

Kerr Avon (Blakes 7)

Ah, Avon. I was obsessed with him as an edgy teen. I think in many ways he is the edgy teen appeal character of his genre. He's like the Shadow the Hedgehog of dystopian sci-fi. I mean this as a sincere complement. And he's once again by far the most quotable character in the show. I feel like that's a very important factor for a good bastard man. Quotability.

I won't say I could fix him, because I don't think anyone could. But I wish someone could.

Cat (Red Dwarf)

My sweet underappreciated boy. In many shows he would be the beloved bastard man. It's not his fault he shares a show with Arnold Rimmer, and you simply can't outdo the do-er.

But everything he does, he does it in ~ style ~

Randal Graves (Clerks)

This character means such a lot to me. He's the worst, of course. He sucks. You wouldn't want to know someone like that in real life. But that's part of what's so tragic about him. He's already resigned himself to the fact he's an unlikeable asshole loser, and has long since given up even trying to make new friends, and now he's a deeply lonely weirdo trapped in a toxic co-dependant relationship with the only real friend he has, who he's simultaneously obsessed with and sort of in love with (no homo) (maybe homo) and would die for, but also treats terribly. He's just such a sad odd man. I think about him often.

Ray Carling (Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes)

Ray my best friend Ray. Yes okay so he's wildly homophobic and misogynistic, but like. Underneath that he's a very sweet and compassionate man, I promise. He's just trapped under the crushing weight of insecurity and self-loathing and societal expectations of masculinity. His backstory is heartbreaking. Absolutely devastating. I won't go into details because spoilers but Jesus Christ. He's the world's number one most single man, being the only one left not paired up out of the seven main characters across both shows, which hardly seems fair. He deserves a nice love interest I think. Give him a nice girlfriend, or lean into the "Ray is suffering from internalised homophobia" implications that Ashes to Ashes leant into occasionally and give him a nice boyfriend if you want, I don't care which, just give him someone.

Mentally I am holding his hand and buying him a pint right now.

Julian Cantley (literally one single episode of Heartbeat)

Choo choo, all aboard the brainrot express. Get in loser we're forming deep emotional attachments to characters with like 20 minutes total screentime. Anyway I'm obsessed with him right now. It's disrupting my drive to create content for characters with actual fanbases because I just keep thinking about Brooding Spy Man Whomst Only I Care About instead. He's just so quiet and angry and brooding. I have so many headcanons for him. I've even headcanoned what his entire flat back in London looks like. Send help.

Ryan Reeves (The Dumping Ground)

Ah he's just a baby. Just a little guy. Who could stay mad at him. Yes the way he'd learn his lesson only to go back to being evil again 2 episodes later got frustrating, but like. He loves his sister and he rescued Harry and Finn. He's not all bad. Apart from when he's being a teenage supervillain lurking in the shadows for no reason. But it's all because he's SAD, you don't UNDERSTAND,

Michael Doyle (Grange Hill)

Look. He stopped being racist after he turned like 13, okay? He just became a petty criminal and politically corrupt instead. And his dad sucks, his dad says worse stuff than Mickey ever did, he was clearly just parroting his dad when he was wee. And there's something so sad and lonely about him. The way he always tries to join in with the group only get pushed out because everyone finds him unbelievably awful. The way he so wants to be Alan's friend. The way he only has the two friends he's got because he pays them to be his friend. Poor little guy. I have to believe he got it together eventually. I have to believe him and Justin were pals by the time they went to sixth form together. I have to.

Ralph Passmore (Tucker's Luck)

It's Mr Passmore! He means such a lot to me. I'm so happy they started portraying him sympathetically in series 2 because honestly? His rage is so justified. He's unemployed and he's already been cast aside as unemployable. His family have already given him up as a lost cause. His only friend and ally in his family is his younger sister, who ends up leaving home to get away from how verbally abusive their parents are. He drinks to cope and joins a gang for the companionship. He finally gets a job after years of unemployment but finds out it's exploiting vulnerable fellow working class people in his community so he angrily and aggressively quits, after befriending and supporting an old lady. What a king.

[jlbilu]

I feel/am so disconnected of all those Father Brown complex theories and headcanons I think I wouldn’t dare to write anything so no one could, you know, ‘hissssss’ at me for not stick to/fit into their “rules”. I think I’ll settle for drawing,

[ohnopoe]

We’re Not Just Friends | Inspector Valentine

Ship: Inspector Valentine x Reader Prompt: We’re not just friends and you fucking know it Word Count: 2.3k+

You were in a rush. There was only so long you could be away from work before your boss would find your absence unacceptable. Practically tearing your way through the front door to the police station, you almost ran right into a dirt ridden Father Brown who was stopped just inside the doorway; well, that explained part of what was going on, you thought with an amused huff of laughter, finally slowing in your pursuit.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Father Brown greeted you with a smile and a slight nod of his head, already eyeing up the bags in your hands with curiosity shinning through his gaze.

“Father,” you nodded in return, smile only growing as you noticed he was not alone in his dirt ridden state, with an equally messy Sid sitting on the bench behind him, and a surprisingly disarrayed Mrs McCarthy next to him, fidgeting where she sat as if desperate to keep any additional dirt as far from her as possible. “I see you’ve all been having a rather exciting day.”

The two men laughed in response, much to the disapproval of Mrs McCarthy. With a huff of displeasure, the woman in question offered a tense smile, one that clearly showed she wanted to be anywhere but at the police station in such a state.

“You could certainly say so,” Father Brown smiled softly. With a nod towards the bag in your hand, his curiosity clearly needed sating. “I take it you are here to see the Inspector?”

“Oh,” you startled, suddenly reminded of your reason for being there, and the rush you were in. “Yes, right- I should probably-” you gestured vaguely to the closed door.

With a quick apologetic smile at the Father and his little gang, you moved towards the closed door, offering a quick knock before entering without waiting for a response; having long since given up on waiting for what was often no more than a grunt of approval from the man within.

Your smile grew as you entered the room, a common reaction to being around the man, if you were honest. There was something about being in his presence, it was both calming and thrilling, and you tried not to think about just what that meant. But the thought was quickly rushed from your mind as you took in the state of him. Clearly he hadn’t been joking when he said he was desperate for a change of clothes.

You nearly broke down into laughter at the sight of the man hovering over his desk, determined not to sit down and rub the dirt into the furniture. If Father Brown had been muddy, well, this was an entirely new level of mess. Not only was there dirt and mud caked onto his trousers and the front of his shirt, but there were tears in the fabric too. A hole had formed on the side of the once white shirt, showing the singlet beneath, and the left arm was barely holding on. And judging by the sight of the muddled mess of fabric strewn across the waste paper bin in the corner, that vaguely resembled his jacket, it seemed some articles of clothing were now completely beyond repair.

You were glad you were biting your lip in an effort to hide your amusement when you finally met the inspector’s gaze, seeing the absolute look of irritation that sat on his brow. But as you pursed your lips, eyes shining in mirth at the sight before you, he seemed to relax before your eyes, if only slightly. Shoulders that were once tense seemed to drop as he stood up, and the corner of his lips quirked ever so slightly as he watched you take in the sight.

“I hope you’ve come with a change of clothes, and not just to gawk,” he huffed out, although his tone gave away the fact that he was starting to see the funny side of it too.

“I’m so tempted to say ‘no’,” you shook your head as a single laugh rolled off your tongue, the mischief in your eyes showing you were only joking. Still, the idea of leaving him to his dilemma amused you, and you could only imagine the rumours that would follow if he were seen in such a state by the rest of the townsfolk. “But, I didn’t go through the ordeal of searching your house for your bedroom for nothing.”

The silence that dawned at your attempt at a joke seemed to fill the room with an awkward aura. You had rarely actually been inside the inspector’s home, as it simply wouldn’t have been proper to do so as a single lady, but the fact you had been rooting around in his bedroom of all places… You could feel your cheeks begin to burn at the thought of it, the utter indecency of it all, and just how personal the task had been.

With an awkward shuffle forwards, unable to meet his eye once more, you proffered the bag to him, making sure to keep the table between you as if it were some form of buffer.

“Here,” you spoke simply, your voice suddenly sounding far more timid than it had beforehand. “I should really get going, don’t want to be late back to work.”

There wasn’t so much as a beat of silence before he was quickly interjecting, “I’ll drive you,” in a rush of words.

Your gaze raced up to meet his before you could even think to stop it, oddly stunned by the offer. It wasn’t that it was in any way out of the ordinary, he had given you quite a few lifts here and there, and it wasn’t as if it wouldn’t be helpful. But, somehow, the offer shocked you nonetheless. Perhaps it was the timing, perhaps you were simply lost in your thoughts of impropriety, or perhaps it was the fact that it was still very much the middle of his work day. But one way or another you simply stood there in shock, mouth hanging open slightly as you stared at him.

“That is-” he cleared his throat, attempting to sound more like his usual self. “Why don’t you let me give you a lift? I have some things to do on that side of town anyway.”

All you could do was nod in response, knowing full well there was no good reason not to accept the offer, and being rather grateful not to have to make the arduous walk back. “I’ll just- I’ll let you get changed.”

You barely made it out the door, pulling it to a quick shut behind you, before you were startled to a stop.

Father Brown, Sid and Mrs McCarthy were all watching you with differing levels of curiosity, but their questions still showed clearly on their features.

“So,” Mrs McCarthy started slowly, her gaze inquiring as she took you in with speculation. “You and the Inspector?” her tone left no space for questioning what she meant, holding more accusation than real wonder.

“The inspec- Oh!” you startled in realisation at what she was implying, glancing quickly towards the closed office door in surprise, as if the man behind it might suddenly come out and save you from the awkward questioning, yet desperately hoping he wouldn’t hear such questions.

“No, no, we’re just friends,” you offered with a slight laugh, quickly dismissing the thought.

With a quirk of his brow, Father Brown leant forwards with an air of mischief in his smile. “Friends who drop off clothing to the other?”

“Friends who have a key to each other’s house, you mean,” Sid piped up, throwing you a quick wink when the other two weren’t watching that did nothing to help your blush as it blossomed once more at the insinuation.

“For emergencies,” you huffed out the reply, not in any way amused at Sid’s joining in, even though you knew he was only teasing. “But then, I don’t suppose you’d know about that, would you Sid? You’d need to be good friends with someone, someone who trusts you for them to willingly give you a key.”

You could see the man opening his mouth ready to retort, the Father barely holding back an amused chuckle, and the way Mrs McCarthy seemed torn between placated at your words and displeased at the vulgarity of Sid’s implications. But just as it seemed the chauffeur was about to respond, the door behind you swept open in a rush of air, and a, now properly dressed, although still adjusting his tie, inspector Valentine came to a sudden stop behind you.

“Well?” the man huffed behind you, glancing about your little gathering impatiently. “Are we going or what?”

The sudden change in his demeanour threw you, and you could only gape in surprise as he moved to pass you for the doors without another word.

The door rattled as he forced it open, shaking you to your senses. Offering yet another apologetic smile to Father Brown, you gave the trio a slight nod of your head, a quick “good day,” and rushed after the inspector.

The car was running by the time you slipped into the passenger seat, and, were it not for the fact the inspector was clearly waiting for you to get yourself situated before he started to drive, you might have easily thought he had gone back on his offer. But as silence fell heavy and thick through the car, almost suffocating you, you knew there was something else going on.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” you spoke softly, not wanting to startle the man who was all but bristling at your side.

“It’s nothing,” he responded, but the way he practically grunted the words showed just how untrue that was.

“Is this about whatever mischief Father Brown got you in that destroyed your clothes in the first place?” you pushed once more, beginning to grow concerned at his sudden shift in temperament.

A huff was all the response he could give you, shaking his head as he did so, but still you could see his anger only growing, and you were beginning to get the idea that it wasn’t so much something that had happened prior to your arrival, but rather, because of you. But still, you couldn’t think of anything you could have possibly done to upset him so. You had used the short lunch break to leave work, rush to his home, find him a change of clothes and arrive at his office, surely that was something to be thankful for, not angry over.

“Do you not like that tie?” you asked almost humorously, hoping to at least illicit a smile, or quirk of his lips at your jest, knowing he wasn’t one to be overly picky over such a thing. But there was no show of amusement from the inspector, instead he slowly exhaled, as if desperately trying to calm himself of the anger that was practically radiating off of him.

With a measured breath, and not so much as a glance in your direction, he did his best to keep his tone calm, but the monotone sounded anything but as he slowly spoke. “I don’t care about the tie. I’m fine. Really.”

“I’m not daft!” the words rushed out of you, louder and angrier than you had intended. But you couldn’t stop yourself now. “Clearly I’ve done something to upset you, or do you normally hold the steering wheel as if you’re attempting to strangle it?”

“I said it’s fine,” he grit out, his teeth clenched in his own anger as he rung his fists around the wheel before stilling them quickly, realising the action was only proving your point.

“Oh, just tell me already!” you shot out. Unable to take the hostile environment any longer, and knowing your destination was getting far too close for the matter to be drawn out any longer.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” he slammed him hand down against the wheel in emphasis. You couldn't help but jump at the action surprised by the sudden movement, so much so that you didn't even take in his words properly. Never before had you seen him display such anger, and the action shocked you more than you could have expected.

It wasn't until the silence sat awkwardly between you once more that your mind finally begin to replay his words. Stuck on his sudden need to curse and the startling movement on his fist hitting the wheel, it seemed an age before the actual meaning of his words settled in your mind. ‘We’re not just friends.’ The term sat oddly familiar in your mind, and it wasn’t until you noticed the terse expression on his features that realisation came kicking in. He had overheard you speaking with Mrs McCarthy outside his office.

“You heard that,” your voice was softer than you intended, meek and shy, and you couldn’t help but cringe as the tone reached the man next to you. Regret and anguish quickly took any glimpse of anger from him as his posture drooped in his seat.

“I didn’t mean-” his own voice matched yours now, and were he not driving you knew he would have desperately searched for your gaze in a silent attempt to get his true meaning across; he never had been very good at expressing his emotions, let alone through words.

With a small nod of your own, you carefully shifted further towards him on the shared seat until your thigh touched his. The small contact seemed to draw him from his thoughts, forcing him to glance your way with a look that held so much sadness, you couldn’t help but lean in closer. Suddenly the anger made sense, a defence against the overwhelming sadness that sat in his gaze.

“No,” you offered slowly, resting your head against his shoulder as you curled your arm around his ever so lightly. “No, we’re not just friends, we’re much more than that.”

[xcaroldanversx]

I want nothing more than the pantomime episode remade with everything the same except Sullivan is still inspector instead of Mallory

[tinkerbelldetective]

Imagine Keeping In Touch With Inspector Valentine

"Father!! We got another letter from London!!"

You rushed in excitedly, waving the envelope around as if you were a small child receiving mail for the first time.

" Wonderful! I do enjoy his letters."

Dear Father Brown and Ms/r. Y/L/N,

I have found London to be exhausting. The city is still a mess from the bombings, I'm afraid. The cases here are much more frequent and gruesome than those in Kembleford. It's always raining as well, it's quite dreary. I heard about the most recent theft, everyone is quite sure it was Flambeau, although I'm sure you know nothing about it.

I do miss the pub's weekly specials. The club sandwiches here don't beat those made with locally grown chicken.

Sending regards,

Walter Valentine

"This letter is much shorter than the rest. He must be busy," Father Brown observed with a frown, "I do hope he's taking good care of himself."

"Not with that city air," Sid commented, reading over the priest's shoulders. You turned and hit him.

"Stop sneaking!" Sid grinned and poked your cheek affectionately.

You rolled your eyes as if you were annoyed, but you wouldn't replace this family for anything.

[imaginedilestrade]

Valentine's.

"What are those?" You raised a brow at the flowers on your desk.

"Those are flowers...the things with petals and they small nice, you sometimes find them in a garden..." Anderson sarcastically muttered.

You rolled your eyes and bopped him on the head with a file you had in your hand "I know what flowers are smart arse! What are they doing on my desk? Did someone leave them for Sally?"

Anderson shook his head "Nope...they're yours from a secret admirer..." he wiggles his brows.

You narrowed your eyes "It better not be you winding me up!"

"It's really not!" He defended "I don't know who left them, they were on your desk this morning when I came in." You looked back and forth from Anderson to be beautiful bunch of flowers whilst you removed your jacket and hung it over your chair. You moved them to a spot on the floor beside the desk. "It's strange...sunflowers aren't usually associated with Valentine's," Anderson uttered as he tapped away on his keyboard.

You looked down at the flowers, baffled, yet the corners of your mouth were tugging upwards "They're my favourite.. you quietly admitted before your eyebrows knitted together "But I've never told anyone they're my favourite, so how does this person know?"

Anderson simply shrugged "Maybe you did tell someone and they've either a) blabbed or b) it could be the person you've told..." Anderson wiggled his brows and you glared at him through your eyelashes.

"It doesn't matter, just someone being nice. I don't do Valentine's anyway..." you began to type up a report and Anderson sniggered in his seat "What?" You narrowed an eye.

"You don't do Valentine's because in all the years I've known you, you've never had one! Come on Y/N, do you have any plans for tonight?"

You sighed as you typed, not taking your eyes away from the computer screen "Well apart from me taking a long romantic stroll up the wine aisle and then the aisle with all the chocolate at the supermarket...no."

You could hear Anderson half groan half laugh "Why don't you put those police skills to use and figure out who your admirer is?" You glanced down to the sunflowers again and pondered over Anderson's comment.

"No."

Anderson blinked at your deadpanned reply before letting out a dramatic sigh. He sighed again, even louder and then again, trying to capture your attention.

"I'm trying to focus..." you warned him with a deadly look "I don't have the time to find this person!"

"There's always time lurveeeeeeeeeeee!" He teased and you flung a pen at him, he caught it with a loud clap "I want to know who it is too!"

"I'm going for lunch..." you uttered and saved the file on the computer before shutting it down. You grabbed the rest of your things and looked down at the sunflowers again...not knowing who left them was slowly starting to eat away at you. "I'm going to drop in and see Sherlock and John before getting my usual at Speedy's for lunch. Do you want anything?"

"I want to know who your admirer is!" He stood up and practically shouted it across the office. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the pair of you.

Your face burned from blushing so much "You are so lucky I don't have my gun on me right now because I'd use it on you..." you gritted your teeth at Anderson who sheepishly smiled. You grabbed your things and left.

"Hey," you walked into the flat and found Sherlock perched on his chair and on his phone texting away "Where's John?" You noticed the doctor's absence.

"Picking Rosie up from nursery...why are you here?" He muttered and you rolled your eyes, plopping yourself down on John's chair.

"Well it's nice to see you too! You know I pop in every afternoon before I go to lunch to see my favourite cousin!"

He looked up to you with a smirk "I'm your favourite?"

You gruntled "Don't tell Myc." Glancing around the living room you noticed a stack of unsolved cases building up on the fireplace "You taking a break?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes and stood up, making his way over to the stack of letters and papers and ran a finger through them all "I'm waiting until your finished with your current case. You know I only like working with you. Although I don't know why you work at Scotland Yard, you could do so much better."

"I enjoy it," you craned your neck to look at him "Plus I get flowers..." you added, smiling to yourself. It quickly disappeared when Sherlock caught you and raised a brow.

Before he could open his mouth to interrogate you, someone entered the living room with a tray carrying a teapot, cups, milk, sugar and biscuits "Ooh oh! Only me! Y/N!" Mrs Hudson cooed "Its so lovely to see you, tea?"

"No thank you, Mrs Hudson. I'm just popping down to the cafe to have some lunch. My break doesn't last forever!" You laughed and stood up.

"You've just missed G-" Mrs Hudson but herself off when she spotted Sherlock sending her a conspicuous glare, one that you didn't notice. She cleared her throat before continuing "-John!" She almost yelled out his name "Yes he's just away not that long ago."

"Right..." you politely smiled "Well I have to be off, see you both later!"

"Have a wonderful Valentine's Day Y/N!" Mrs Hudson grinned just as you headed towards the door. You tightly shut your eyes before groaning out a strained 'Thanks'. She giggled to herself "Oh Frank and I had wild Valentine's days...he'd do this thing where he was-"

You quickly cut her off "-Got to go!" You sent a single wave to the both of them, Sherlock was starting to grimace on his seat as Mrs Hudson continued.

You stepped into Speedy's and were instantly hit with the smell of coffee. The cafe was covered with bright red hearts and filled with couples holding hands and lovingly gazing at one another.

You made your way to the counter and just as you were about to place your order the waitress held her hand up with a smile "It's already taken care of, just take a seat."

You raised a brow "W-what do you mean?" You asked as she came around from behind the bar and took you to a table that had a single sunflower on it and a little package wrapped in brown paper and tied with red string with a heart gift tag attached to it "What is this?" You breathed out, too flabbergasted to speak more than three words.

"Courtesy of your admirer," the waitress coyly smiled "I'll be right back with your lunch." She walked away and left you more confused than ever. You slowly sat down in the chair and read the tag on the package 'Open this book and you will find, the reason why you have made me lost my mind.' You let out a small laugh and tore the paper off a journal of some sort. You looked at the plain cover with a furrowed brow before you opened it inside. You gasped to yourself finding the pages bursting with little drawings, hearts, poems and a list on the second page with the title 'Reasons why I can't get you out of my mind'. With each word you read your smile grew;

'•Your smile.

•Your laugh.

•The days you smell of strawberries because you've brought those flavour of sweets into the office.

•The days when you're proud of yourself for closing a case (I'm proud of you too.)'

You felt your heart flutter, you shut the book over with a soft thud as the waitress came with your lunch. "Can you tell me who it was who left this?"

She sadly smiled "They told me to keep it a secret, I'm sorry." She walked off and you let out a sigh, brushing your fingers over the cover as you tried to deduce who it was.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but Anderson," his head popped up from behind his computer screen and he turned the radio he was listening to down a little. You let out a defeated sigh "I need your help finding out who my admirer is."

"Yes!" He ecstatically stood up and swivelled his chair around to sit next to you. He soon got into detective mode "They left you that too?" He pointed to the book and you handed it over to him, even if it felt like handing him a piece of your soul. "It's interesting that they've typed everything and then glued the bits of paper in so you can't figure who it is by their handwriting..." he thought aloud "Have you made a list?"

"Not yet," you uttered before grabbing some paper and a pen "Okay, we'll start with this floor...let me see....there's Jackson, Daniels, Williamson, Samuels, Anderson," you playfully glared at him beside you before he tutted, took the pen and scribbled his name out. "Uhh...there's Hunter and Peters too-"

"Don't forget Lestrade," Anderson interjected.

You looked up and furrowed a brow at Anderson "Do you really think so?" You asked in a hushed tone.

"Why not?" He shrugged. Your eyes flickered up to Greg and you gulped before writing down his surname and a trembling hand. "Why are you so shaky?" Anderson asked and you shook your head. It hit him and he smiled widely "You like him don't you?"

"Shut up."

"Do you want it to be him who's done all this?"

"I don't know! Maybe?" Anderson sent you a knowing look and you let out a groan "Alright yes! Yes I like Greg and yes I want him to be the one who's responsible for this, but what if it's not?" Anderson blinked once and then twice, realising that you had a point.

The pair of you peered over your computer monitor and looked at Greg who was on the phone in his office. He looked over and saw the two of you staring, you and Anderson quickly sat back down again looked at each other. The radio was still playing in the background, the host was playing Valentine's requests.

"This next one is for Y/N Y/L/N!" The radio cackled and you looked at Anderson in shock, although he was as equally as shocked. "Apparently this is the only love song she likes..." he laughed "'It must be love' by Madness."

You turned to Anderson and a smile slowly formed on your face "It's true..." you whispered to Anderson "It's the only one I like. But again, I've never told anyone. How do they know?"

"I can ask about, see if anyone knows anything?" You nodded and he dashed away. You reached over to turn up the radio a little before sitting back down in your seat and smiling to yourself.

The rest of the day dragged in, you barely saw Anderson as he was busy trying to get to the bottom of who was your admirer.

"It's alright," you assured with a disappointed smile "Thanks for the help though." You gave him a quick hug before putting on your jacket and flinging your bag over your shoulder.

"No problem, I hope you find out. Have a nice night, Y/N."

"You too!" You picked up your flowers and left.

On the way back home, you stopped off at the small shops at your house to pick up some shopping. A worker smirked seeing you with the biggest bunch of sunflowers in the world in your arms.

"Someone was lucky!" They winked and nodded towards the flowers.

You smiled "If only I knew who they were from!" Making your way down an aisle, you reached your hand out to grab a pizza for yourself when you froze seeing a note on top of the box of your usual choice. 'Dinner's ready, Y/N. You better hurry home.'

You ran as fast as you could out of the shop and down he street to your flat. A light was on and you look in a deep breath before rushing into the stairwell and practically leaping up the stairs.

You stood outside your door for a moment, a million thoughts running though your head, nerves creating a knot in your stomach, trembling fingers...you had to compose yourself.

Lightly pushing on your door, it opened and you felt tears welling in your eyes seeing your flat beautifully decorated with flowers, candles, hearts cut out of red paper and a trail of rose petals leading to your living room. You placed down your bag and flowers on the long table by your door and then took off your coat. You walked though to the living room slowly and felt the air leave your lungs within less than a second.

"Greg?"

The Di bashfully smiled and guiltily held his hands up. You reached your hand out as you walked towards him, relieved when it pressed against his chest and knowing that he was there and he was real.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N."

You let out a watery laugh and wiped away a stray tear with the back of your hand. You leaped into his arms and he spun you in a circle "I can't believe you did all this for me."

"Why wouldn't I?" You both pulled back at the same time but were drawn together again like a pair of magnets, your lips crashing together. You finally thanked your admirer for all the wonderful little gifts he had gave you throughout the day.

You pulled back, both of you smiling so wide that your cheeks ached "How did you know? How did you know everything? The flowers, the song...how did you know all of that?"

Three weeks earlier...

"And you're sure? 100% sure?" Greg asked as he took down notes.

"I'm positive...I know that her favourite flowers are sunflowers, she always goes to Speedy's for lunch. Always. I also know that 'It must be love' by Madness is the only love song on the planet she likes. I've heard her bang on about it so much that it once almost made my ears bleed and I know that every Wednesday after work she goes to the shop beside her house to pick up dinner which is always cheese pizza."

Greg nodded and scribbled down everything "Okay. Thanks Sherlock."

Greg looked off into the distance before looking down at you again, innocently ignoring your questions with a smile before pecking your lips "Dinner's getting cold!"

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Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I hope you've all had a lovely day 😁❤️

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[fulltimehabibti]

i'm still so sad about the school nurse files bc since it had kind of a "monster jelly of the week" format, i had hoped that it would turn into this like fun quirky cult show that famous actors would do cameos in. i think that would have been such a hit tbh like imagine one episode is like....valentine ep where iu plays a jelly that looks cute but makes boys eat chocolate until they almost die. or a halloween ep where lee dong wook plays a health inspector that gets posessed by a jelly that keeps making the sports team run into accidents that knock their teeth out so he can collect them (a nod to SFH!). truly such a missed opportunity i hate netflix so much

[aurorarevenclaw1927]

Fandom/Character List & Rules

Edited-28.10.2021

Edited-21.11.2021

Edited-13.10.2022

WHAT I WILL WRITE

Fluff

Any type of reader

Any gender reader

Sexual  tension

Platonic relationships

Gif imagines

Crossover

Smut

Song inspired

Prompts

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

Incest (step siblings and step parents include)

Pedophilia

Any phobias

Rape

Character match-ups

Homophobic

Racist

American Horror Story

(I’m still watching 1984.And i skipped half of the Freak Show and Cult whole season.I’ll add more characters in future)

Murder House

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Ben Harmon

Asylum

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Grace Bertrand

Dr.Oliver Thredson

Coven

Zoe Benson

Cordelia Goode

Madison Montgomery

Kyle Spencer

Freak Show

Dandy Mott

Jimmy Darlin

Hotel

Donovan

Sally

Tristan Buffy

James March

John Lowre

Liz Taylor

The Countess

Rudolph Valentino

Will Drake

Roanoke

Shelby Miller

Edward Mott

Matt Miller

Sidney James

Audrey Tindall

Rory Monahan

Cult

*I skipped this season.Will write about it after I watch it.*

Apocalypse

Michael Langdon

John H. Moore

Mallory

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Oliver Wood

Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

Ron Weasley

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Cedric Diggory

Neville Longbottom

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Narcos

Javier Pena

Steve Murphy

Horacio Carillo

The Sandman

Morpheus

Johanna Constantine

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Jack Kline

Adam Winchester

Michael!Dean

Michael!Adam

Michael!Young John

Charlie Bradbury

Rowena Macleod

Teen Wolf

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Isaac Lahey

Derek Hale

Liam Dunbar

Theo Raeken

Mason Hewitt

Corey Bryant

Nolan Holloway

Brett Talbot

Jackson

Jordan Perrish

Peter Hale

The Vampire Diaries 

(I’m still in season 3.I’ll add more characters in future)

Damon

Stefan

Tyler

Katherine

Klaus

Elijah

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Luke Castellan

Nico Di Angelo

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Mycroft Holmes

Inspector Lestrage

Professor Moriarty

BBC Merlin

Arthur Pendragon

Morgana Pendragon

Geneviev Pendragon

Merlin

Knights of the round table

The Mandalorian

Din Djarin

Cobb Vanth

Luke Skywalker

Ahsoka Tano

° Request Only°

Fear Street 1994,1978,1666

Scream 1,2,3,4,5

Final Destination 1,2,3,4,5

My native language is not English .So,forgive me for my mistakes. Feel free to send me requests.You can also ask me if I write for something not listed. PLEASE tell me the series/movie/etc. the character is coming from.

My Bloody Valentine 3D (2009)

Triple Frontier

Oz the Great and Powerful

Love and Other Drugs

Aladdin

Warm Bodies

Star Wars

Now You See Me 1,2

Jennifer's Body

Jumper

Malignant

Prince of persia

The Bubble

The Interview

Bloodsucking Bastards

[funnywiccan]

Night at Black’s Manor (a Father Brown fanfiction) - Chapter V

 Utcher’s Mansion stood as a mammoth lone figure amidst a prairie of yellowish grass, situated on the far edge of the village. The structure was built on a typical Victorian model, with sloping roofs, sharp-angled spires, and a veranda entrance whose canopy was now unroofed, and the skeleton of the supporting structure barely stood between two large rooms that led forward; of these the walls formed two dark massive towers, with two wings extending the structure to the right and left. And dark they were indeed: every part of the house was painted black, even the window frames, closed by nailed and now rotten wooden boards; the steps leading to the door looked equally shabby. Behind the mansion was a dense grove of green beech trees, their branches swaying in the light breeze of that sunny morning and giving off the scent of their newly blooming flowers, the smell of summer. Rosie's imagination gave her the impression that she was standing in front of a giant sleeping crow, coming out of the woods to enjoy the warmth of the May sun.

Sid, Father Brown and Sullivan stood behind the girl, silently contemplating the black mansion in front of them. It was the pastor who spoke first: -Certainly it looks rather ghostly.-

-And decadent- Rosie added, starting up the camera, -It's perfect. She turned the lens towards herself and began to record: -Hello, friends, and welcome to the first video dedicated to Kembleford's urban explorations! This is Rosie, with some very special guests.- She got a better look at the three behind her and introduced them in order: -The local parish priest, Father Brown, amateur detective and spiritual guide to the people of Kembleford; my big brother Sid Carter, with his great adventurous spirit; and Inspector Sullivan, the guardian of the law who is here to make sure we don't damage the property we are going to explore and to protect us from any dangers. Today I have the pleasure to show you...- She changed the direction of the camera again and pointed it towards the mansion, pausing for effect: -... The Utcher mansion.- She then briefly explained the history of the house, a little as Valentine had told it and a little with some historical data she had found online the night before. She walked slowly and steadily around the house as she spoke; the others stood in silence watching her. When she stopped the recording Sullivan stated:-Let's go in while it's still light.-

-Fear of the ghost?- joked Sid.

-No, but of holes in the floor that we might not see. If Rosie gets hurt Valentine will throw me in the file room for a month.-

-Okay, legitimate.-

The inspector took a passkey from his jacket pocket and inserted it into the lock on the front door. It turned smoothly, but when it was time to open the door, it would not budge, no matter how hard Sullivan pushed. -Wait, I'll help you.- Sid joined the inspector, and together they finally managed to dislodge the door, which, swollen with humidity, rubbed against the floor and produced a moaning, forced sound, like the cry of a wild, unknown animal that did not like their intrusion. The stench of dampness came upon them with an unpleasant whiff, so much that Father Brown reflexively brought one arm up to cover his nose and mouth; Carter coughed, and Sullivan waved a hand in the air to banish a cloud of dust. The sun's rays filtered inside through the doorway and between the boards in the windows; Rosie turned the camera back on and continued: -Let's go inside now. The smell is sickening, you guys, I don't even know how to describe it.- Once everyone's eyes had become accustomed to the partial darkness, the environment appeared clearer: the hall was a large empty room, with no furniture except for what looked like a chest of drawers, now rotten. On the dusty floor rested a rusty candlestick with no candles. What was most striking in that space were the layers of two centuries of cobwebs that extended from the corners of the walls to the wooden floor, which creaked under the footsteps of the four visitors; the vibrations of the boards and the current of air created when the door was opened had made those thin veils sway, like the hem of a skirt dancing in a silent dance.

Rosie slowly framed each corner of the room before whispering, -Let's try to go inside now. There's another door in front of us.-

A wooden door, dangling on its hinges, led further inside. Sullivan was the first to cross the threshold, observing his surroundings warily and reaching for the flashlight hanging from his belt. Sid did the same, and the two beams of light illuminated a large oak staircase that, forming a soft wave with its high steps rising tightly to the second floor, cluttered what was actually a single hallway extending on both sides. Mold-blackened furniture blended in with the dark walls, and on them hung portraits with faces disfigured by the neglect and rot that raged. Sullivan covered his mouth by taking a handkerchief from his pocket, regretting not having brought a mask. That unhealthy environment was a danger in itself. Young Black tapped him on one shoulder: -It's best to tie the handkerchief behind your head, so you'll at least have a free hand to... well, if you need to protect us. Here, let me help you. Father, please, can you hold my camera?-

-Of course.-

Once they had all secured themselves Father Brown commented: -This mansion is immense! One can certainly say that the Utcher family was rich in money and prestige.-

-Money that Arleene apparently didn't hesitate to squander in search of her brothers, according to the story- added Sid.

-I agree.- Sullivan illuminated the surroundings, lingering in the dark corners: -There's very little furniture and furnishings. He must have sold the rest to pay the people who had to track them down.-

Rosie, who was filming, on their talk turned her lens towards the staircase: -This is where Arleene must have fallen. These steps look like a real trap, don't you think?

-Absolutely. So we'd better be careful if we want to go upstairs.-

-Don't worry, Inspector. Let's continue exploring the ground floor first, though; I want to have a look at the paintings and rooms.-

Father Brown had already headed down one of the corridors specifically to look at the paintings, his hands behind his back in a contemplative attitude that might have been expected in a museum. All of the paintings depicted members of the Utcher family; when Sid shone his flashlight on the painting the priest was looking at the two of them noticed, under the frame, somewhat hidden by the grime, an engraving in a brass plate that showed the name of the subject and the date the portrait was made. -Looking at the big wigs in these paintings we can deduce that the family has quite ancient origins- commented Rosie, -The lineage died out after Arleene's death according to the sources I found. She never had any children.-

A draft coming from who knows where produced a gloomy hiss. Something, a bird or some other winged animal, quickly flapped its wings somewhere in a room along the corridor. Sid gasped and instinctively pointed his flashlight in that direction. Sullivan mocked him: -Who was it that was supposed to be afraid of the ghost?-

-I thought I saw something- Carter tried to justify himself.

-What? Do you want someone to hold your hand?-

Sid didn't answer, but Rosie was sure that as he looked away he was trying to hide his face even more in his handkerchief. The girl at that point said: -Let's go on.-

The group headed down the corridor, being careful where they stepped. In the darkness Rosie activated the night vision of the camera and commented: -We are now heading to the... east wing, I think. Inspector?

-Yes, east wing. The doors don't open, they seem to be locked- he added, trying to shake the handle of what looked like the entrance to a study.

-Besides the paintings on the walls, everything is so bare... Hey! -Young Black pointed her lens at a painting that had caught her attention: it depicted a young woman with long brown hair loose on her shoulders in soft ringlets and wearing party clothes. When Sid and the inspector illuminated that spot with their flashlights more details were visible. The canvas was as ruined as the others, but the maiden's face still had rosy tones on her cheeks. The once sky-blue dress had faded to an ashy gray. The girl's eyes were as black as coal, and grotesquely distorted by two spots of moisture. The plaque on the frame read "Arleene Utcher - June 12, 1812."

-It's her- whispered Father Brown in amazement, who immediately began to look around for something.

-What's going on, Father? -Sullivan asked.

-If Arleene's portrait is here, where are her siblings'?-

-It's true. Colette and Peter are not on these walls.- Rosie went back past the other three, heading for the west wing, even trying to open some doors to no avail, but after walking back and forth not even there did she find the portraits of the two youngsters.

-Maybe in a moment of anger Arleene had the paintings removed, or destroyed them- suggested the priest, -We must not forget that in her crazy vision the brothers had abandoned her.-

-But there are no gaps on the walls- objected Sid.

-We still have to go upstairs. Maybe we'll find something.- Rosie put her foot on the first step of the large staircase. It creaked ominously, and Sullivan stopped her: -I'll go ahead. Please, everyone follow my steps.- Slowly, the four of them reached the landing on the second floor. A few rays of sunlight filtered through holes in the roof and other planks. The draft was stronger there, but the heavy musty smell persisted. Less thick, irregularly broken webs waved from the ceiling like the tentacles of a lurking jellyfish.

Continuing to film Rosie stated: -We've gone upstairs. It's less dark but just as creepy, folks. If it's true that the ghost of Arleene Utcher roams here this would be the best time to bump into her.-

Father Brown took off his glasses for a moment to clean them of dust and murmured: -If there is indeed a soul here that finds no peace, I hope I can do something.-

-You too, Father? There's no such thing as ghosts- objected Sullivan.

-A blessing never hurts.- Rosie took a few steps toward the corridor parallel to the east wing corridor; beneath her feet the timeworn carpet muffled her footsteps and raised a light veil of dust. Sid shone his flashlight to light her way, revealing a door to the left. Thinner than the ones they'd already tried to open on the ground floor, a shove from the boy was enough to gain access to the room. It was a bedroom, bare of everything except a dressing table with an oval mirror, broken in several spots, and a bulky four-poster bed whose curtain of an indefinable color now hung ragged, weighed down by dirt. The wood of the frame was as rotten as everything else, and the mattress with no sheets had large dark patches of moisture.

Rosie panned the camera: -I've seen this environment before... in some horror game. The creators of Silent Hill would love this mansion.

-Oh yes. Nightmarish stuff.- Sid turned to the window and exclaimed: a dark figure stood out in the half-light, looking like a torso without a head or limbs. The other three became alarmed, and Sullivan pointed his flashlight in that direction; the dark figure turned out to be a dressmaker's mannequin covered with cobwebs.

-... It caught me off guard- Sid murmured, eliciting a response and half a laugh from the inspector: -You're getting a little too suggestible. It's not like "The Woman in Black."-

-No, there was a- Wait, you know horror movies?- Carter was surprised.

Sullivan lowered his gaze along with the flashlight: -What can I say, I get bored sometimes.-

Father Brown smiled under his handkerchief and studied the room, commenting aloud: -It looks like a lady's room. That dressing table must have been painted white once.-

-How do you know this?-Rosie asked curiously.

-You can still find a few in the rooms of wealthy families in Kembleford, perhaps inherited. Also not long ago Mrs. McCarthy wanted to buy a similar one at an auction. But when the price went up to fifty pounds she gave it up. I remember it well, she was very disappointed.-

-Fifty? For a table? That's crazy!- commented the inspector, who encouraged everyone to get out and continue exploring.

The other rooms on the floor were not accessible, except for one, which turned out to be the library. This one was, if possible, even more gloomy: the bookshelves were desolately empty, some had fallen down due to rot or were barely hanging, threatening to end up on the floor at any moment. Two large armchairs and a sofa, once perhaps made of brown leather but now looking more like shapeless, swollen masses, made up the only furniture along with a large globe, now missing the top of its sphere. A group of frightened mice passed in front of the four intruders with high-pitched squeaks, then burrowed into a hole in the wall.

-There must have been several volumes here,- observed Rosie, continuing to record, -It's so sad.-

Sid shone his flashlight into a corner, finding only a large patch of moisture.

-According to some of the documents I've read Arleene used to spend a lot of time here in the library. Do you think she sold her books to find her brothers?-

-It's possible, Rosie. -Father Brown touched the broken globe gently, causing it to make a screeching sound.

-Well, I'd say we've seen enough. And no ghost.- Sullivan turned to the other three with some impatience: -What do you say we get out of here before the roof collapses on our heads?-

-A moment. There's one last place I'd like to try to get to.- Rosie left the room, still filming, and the three in her company saw her stop at the end of the west corridor looking for something on the ceiling.

-What are you doing? -Carter asked her.

-These Victorian houses all have one thing in common: attics. And I think I found the entrance to the one in this house. Give me some light, please.-

Sid obeyed, and indeed there was a wooden panel with a small hole on the short side, wide enough to stick a finger in.

-That's too high - commented the inspector.

-No problem.- She handed the camera to the inspector: -Sid, pull me up.-

-What?-

-Come on, I don't weigh that much, pull me up on your shoulders.-

The boy bent down and helped her up, holding her up with his hands on her shins. Rosie then fumbled with the wooden panel, managing to get the tip of her index finger into the hole. The contact with the rotten wood disgusted her, but she pulled the panel down with leverage. The hinges squealed sinisterly, and she saw a wooden ladder folded in on itself. With Sid's help she managed to pull it down, granting the group access to the attic.

Carefully they climbed the small steps, and once the attic was lit with flashlights Rosie exclaimed excitedly: -We hit the jackpot! Look at all this stuff!-

In fact, there were several closets, suitcases, trunks and furniture in much better condition than the rest of the mansion, although the persistent smell of mold permeated that environment as well. A weathered wedding dress stood on a wooden mannequin like the one in the previous room, complete with a veil and fake flowers that seemed ready to crumble on mere contact.

-This must have been Arleene's- suggested Sid, watching it.

Sullivan pointed his flashlight at a cloth covering something in the corner. He pulled the sheet away, kicking up quite a bit of dust, and exclaimed: -I found the two brothers!-

Immediately Rosie pointed the camera, and there in front of them were the pictures of Colette and Peter. Colette was a beautiful girl with a perfectly oval face, blue eyes and brown hair like her older sister; in the portrait she was dressed in white, and from the style of her dress she seemed ready to go to a party. Peter, on the other hand, was a handsome young man with a distinguished bearing, brown eyes and black hair combed back as was the fashion in the nineteenth century. He wore a golden yellow suit with a white puffy tie.

-Arleene kept the paintings. If she was angry with her brothers, why not destroy them?-

-Good question, Inspector.- Rosie framed the dates on the plaques. -They bear the same date as Arleene's painting.-

-They must have been done for some special occasion- commented Father Brown. Since the paintings did not have any unusual elements, the four of them began to rummage through the various pieces of furniture and closets in the attic. They found clothes eaten by moths, old yellowed playing cards in a drawer, documents whose ink had faded and paper reduced to fragile parchment.

A trunk in the corner caught Sid's attention: it was locked with a heavy chain and a padlock, which he quickly examined. It was old and rusty; picking it would be child's play.

-Come and take a look.- He handed the flashlight to Father Brown, then took the case with the lock picks from a trouser pocket and began to work on the lock: -Give me a light.-

-You had picks and didn't tell us?- exclaimed Sullivan.

-You didn't ask- Carter simply replied. One click and the lock opened, allowing the chain to slide to the ground.

-Let's see what's in here.- Sid lifted the heavy lid, and a stench worse than mold hit them. They lit up the inside, and what they found there made everyone's blood run cold; Carter fell on his butt from the shock.

Two bodies, mummified by time, huddled together with skeletal hands crossed over their chests and empty eye sockets, mouths grinning in a terrifying smile, lay in the trunk that had become their coffin. The hair, stripped back, seemed of the same consistency as the strands of cobwebs that had invaded the house; the terrible smell of rotting flesh mingled with that of dust and mold. Father Brown immediately made the sign of the cross, while Sullivan, after an initial motion of nausea, began to examine the remains. Rosie, appalled, did not, however, interrupt the recording.

-They look like they've been here a long time. The clothes are-yes, I would say of the same period as those in the closets, so nineteenth century. One body would seem to belong to a woman.-

-Oh my God- murmured Rosie, -They are the two missing brothers.

[limitless-shadows]

Uh.. yeah I didn't think I would write something. But the prompt was cute and I wanted to publish it by Valentine's Day even though I ended up being late anyway;;

I wasn't able to give it a once-over, because of the time constraint. There may or may not be sentences that flow awkwardly, grammar and punctuation errors, formatting mishaps, etc T_T most importantly, beware of plot holes.

Happy Gofushi 2022 Valentine's Day~

Also decided to add some of my thoughts while writing this (aka word dump) ↓

I named the file "me die when I write heart AU" because I would spend days drafting the plot, reasons behind the characters, the extent of a heart's influence, etc o_o for example, what would a bank gain by safekeeping a heart? if the Zen'in get Fushiguro's heart, how can they exploit his power (my guess is: wearing the ring of someone else lets you use their powers to an extent or idk, Zen'in sussy clan magic hahaha;;)? why would Satoru steal Megumi's heart? how to write Megumi without feelings?

The original draft of this story was a Phantom Thief Satoru taking inspiration from Kaito Kid of the anime Magic Kaito 1412 (if you think about it, Kaito, Aoko, and the Inspector could fill the roles of Satoru, Megumi, and Touji let it be known tho, that I prefer KaiShin). Therefore, it was supposed to follow the general plot from MK: Phantom thief Satoru steals hearts every full moon, but ends giving them back. One day, as per routine, he steals Megumi's heart, but doesn't return it. That is because he finally found the ring he was looking for, the 10 Shadows, capable of granting immortality (revive would be cool according to JJK theories). I also considered it being any wish. The story sounds compelling, but looking at it closely, people don't display their hearts/rings like jewels, Satoru cannot destroy Megumi's heart like how Kaito is supposed to destroy the Pandora. Also, how will it end? will Megumi use his heart to heal Satoru from a mortal wound at the cost of his feelings forever? These and many other plot holes were a big headache. I was mixing too many themes, so something had to break.

That doesn't mean I will reject the possibility of a different story with eccentric phantom thief Satoru and maybe assistant OR detective Megumi. But considering this was my first fanfic even after being an avid reader of them for more than a decade, I can't promise more will be written. I'm bad at words after all hahaha...

If I decide to continue this, it would be hard because I feel like I have to give gfsh their 9 years back which means... a ton of writing (as deserved LOL). The next chapters would probably be series of gfsh mini episodes. I could imagine one being: gofushi tries to infiltrate the party of a possible power user, Satoru tricks Megumi into crossdressing+fake dating. I think Im dumping most of my fav tropes on this AU LOL

I would definitely try to rewrite this oneshot for a multi chaptered fic. These plot holes hurt me... but I rushed the publication for VDay.

At first, I wasn't going to include powers, it clashed with the story and created more plot holes (it's akin to lying to get out of a lie, only that it makes things worse;;). However, the reintroduction of techniques enriched the plot.

Does it seem like Megumi is showing feelings even without the heart? uh idk, Im awful at this topic (its hard for me to describe or identify feelings) but first half Megumi acts based on logic. Sukuna confession->unnecessary crowd and rumours. Heart being stolen->how will he keep getting money from the Zen'ins? Suspicious guy outside->hindrance to schedule. Tsumiki-> uh he is doing it out of courtesy/keeping social appearance? Im not sure ;-; Basically, he wants an ordinary life like Saiki from the anime Saiki Kusuo no Psinan.

What did Touji do to Satoru? Good question! I don't know either :D I left it up on the air on purpose. Well, Touji isn't that bad here. He let Megumi have a chance at saving his heart for 12 years maybe on the hopes that Satoru would pull through eventually. Is he still alive? who knows.

Why does it seem like Satoru knows Megumi already? Hmmm not sure, he just wrote like that to me. Probably because I felt bad how their 9 years never happened in this AU so I sped up their bonding process... or maaaybe it's actually a Satoru that has memories from the original JJK timeline. Imagine multiple gofushi AUs happening together at the same time and heartAU!Satoru is aware of the canon universe or the rest of the universes too (this has been done before in the light novel from another anime, but Im not going to spoil it, if you know, you know haha). Or we could always choose the trusty reincarnation AU >w< because Magic Kaito 1412's second opening is about a couple reincarnating. So maybe that vibe rubbed off on me.

-> Wow.. imagine a multiverse gofushi fic o_o but similar to that light novel. It would be amazing... amazingly tragic. It actually doesn't sound so bad, I think I could make it work.

Why does Megumi trust Satoru so fast? Yay, isn't it more romantic? similar to fated souls, when you meet someone new and click instantly. I wrote him that way on purpose, for example, how Megumi calmed down after Satoru joke. Also, because of the previous reason too. Halfway into writing the fic, I realized... that their nine years together were sacrificed! T_T

I wasn't sure how to write the part where Satoru showed his ring to Megumi. Initially, it was a box, but I was pressed with time, and somehow introduced Satoru's ring instead. Now that I think about it, it's funny how Satoru let Megumi see his ring kekeke like giving his heart to him. But it's also a magician's stunt of diverting attention (albeit a bad one).

I feel like I could write more, but I have to go buy birthday gifts o_o and my brain isn't quite working after staying up late writing the fic. Anyway, if you enjoyed the story, thank you for reading! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[jlbilu]

I’m missing al the Father Brown fandom thing and I feel frustrated. But also it awakes strong emotions I don’t think I can bear right now

[ohnopoe]

A-Z headcanons for Inspector Valentine BECAUSE REASONS! - A B G I M W V Y

Damn, you went straight for my heart by picking Valentine! Answers are under the cut!

Warnings: SMUT. Author’s Notes: If you’re under 18, stay away from this fic. This is not a suggestion. It is against the law for you to be reading this if you are under 18. 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Valentine is a master of after care. With careful, gentle touches, it doesn’t matter how exhausted he is, or how determined you are that the night be about him, he will always take great pleasure in cleaning you up. He’ll even go so far as to swat your hand away should you try and help. He wants to show you how much he cares, how much he adores you, and he’s so much better with actions than words. He never ceases to have a soft smile on his features as he goes about it either, often in awe that you were truly that wet just for him. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your legs. It was the first thing he noticed when you met, long legs, crossed at the knee, showing just a touch more skin than he had expected to see. It was what caught his attention, what drew his gaze up towards your quirked smile, amusement shining through those eyes we adored. While he loves to see you smile, especially when he is the cause of it, loves to see your eyes dance with humour, or dote at him, it’s your legs that never cease to get him going. With a gentle touch of your shin against his, you can have him going in moments.

This may sound odd, but his favourite body part of his own is his lips. It isn’t that he’s cocky about it; or thinks he’s got a devilishly handsome smile (even though he does), it’s that a true beaming smile is rare from him, and the reaction he gets in return for it makes his heart soar. When he smiles, you light up, when he kisses you, you swoon and when he explores your cunt with a mixture of kisses and licks you come undone so beautifully against him that he can almost imagine he’s tasting you days afterwards.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He can be quite goofy, but it’s never truly intended. He wants to be charming and sexy, but sometimes, lost in the moment, he can find himself stumbling with excitement, or fumbling with eagerness that never ceases to make you laugh. At first he found your laughter discouraging, but with time he realised that you weren’t laughing at him, that you were just so damn happy and his adoration of your laugh has him never holding back a clumsy moment. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Valentine believes intimacy should be just that, intimate. Aside from a small smile as he catches your gaze, he’s not one to publicly show his affection. (Excluding that one time when you went to London to visit family and he kissed your cheek as you boarded the train, only to outdo that with the uproarious hug he gave on your return, lifting you into the air as he spun you around in sheer happiness.) But I digress. For the most part, a romance with him is all about the small things. Sure, he may get a bouquet of flowers on your birthday, but it’s more about the little things, finding a book he thinks you’d like, changing his tea brand because you prefer another...

When it comes to romance in the bedroom, he tries, he really does, but he hasn’t got that down. Once he heard that red roses where particularly romantic so he put them on the bed... and forgot to dethorn them, another time he tried candles and set half a curtain alight. But his romance is a softer one. It’s in the way he worships your body with kisses, the way he lingers when he finds a spot that’s particularly sensitive, the way he’s bloody determined that you will come at least once before he gives in to his own orgasm. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It’s all about touch with Valentine. Sure, the sight of you in a nice outfit, or showing more leg than usual is enticing, but this man has been without touch for too long and now that he has it he’s not letting go. It can be as simple as a fingertip tracing over his knuckles and he’ll be desperate for more. It’s also part of why he keeps PDA to a minimum. You can have him going with just a kiss to his cheek and he’ll happy fall under your spell every time. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Valentine is the king of shuddering sighs. With his lips against your neck, pressing half hearted, distracted kisses against your skin, the sounds will just roll off his tongue without any control, and he will let them. He doesn’t fight the sounds, not anymore, just gives into them. Each sigh and moan, small utterances of wonder come so naturally in the moment, a stark contrast to his inability to flirt smoothly in front of company, and he adores it. You make him feel so many things at once, but above all, you let him be himself, and he relishes that fact.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Valentine is 100% the type to think that men just have more of a sex drive than women. It’s 50′s era stereotyping, and he’s definitely part of the norm with this line of thinking, however it does present an interesting situation when you start getting more affectionate in your relationship. He’s always the first to pull away, despite how much he wants you, because he doesn’t want you to do something you may regret (no matter how much you may tell him you want him). It also means drastic measures have to be taken for him to understand that, not only do you want sex, but you want to have sex with him and that he actually turns you on. This leads to more than one stumbling attempt that leaves you desperate as he fixes his hat and forces himself to leave, much to your disappointment.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Valentine is a subtle yearner. While his sex drive is average-to-high, he doesn’t like to show it for a mixture of fear of being improper and scaring you off and simply not wanting to make assumptions. But, oh, it shows in his eyes. They light up, sparkling with hidden thoughts as he attempts to appear nonchalant despite the way he’s getting turned on, especially in public, and it never ceases to excite you to see that look in his eyes, knowing that if you play your cards right you’re in for quite the night. 

[sidneycarter]

hiii can i ask what’s all the drama with the inspectors names please? ive seen lots about inspector sullivan but im sort of new to father brown!

aaaaah anon dearest!!! first of all welcome to the fandom; it’s so lovely to have you!!!! 

ok so the Inspectors names,,, where to begin 

Well we know that Inspector Mallory, the current Kembleford Inspector (he’s been here since series 4 onwards), is Inspector Gerry Mallory! That one’s pretty easy; it’s been mentioned on screen several times.

Inspector Valentine is a bit more complicated. The screenshot below is from the first episode ever of Father Brown (Series 1 Ep 1, The Hammer of God). The picture is a little bit blurry but it’s of a case file and it lists Valentine’s first name as Walter. (i’ve underlined it in red to make it bit easier to pick out)

However, this is the only time we’ve ever seen Valentine’s name shown/mentioned on screen. Someone also tweeted Rachel Flowerday, a writer/producer/creator of Father Brown, and she said that Valentine’s name isn’t on record at the BBC. So, there’s a fair chance that if Valentine appears again his name may have changed! It’s possible that Walter was just an initial fill-in name used in the first series, with no firm choice ever made, or it could be that the writers have simply forgotten! (it’s been a while since series 1!!)  

And now we reach Sullivan. 

For the longest time we had no mention of a name for Sullivan whatsoever. A few of us started a discussion one day about what we thought his name would be (mainly for fic writing purposes!). After a while we kind of settled on him being a Thomas (Tommy for short!) so you might see that floating about. 

There’s no guarantee that everyone agreed with us on this though, so you might see other options. If you’re reading a lot of fic, particularly sid x sullivan fic, you’ll see Thomas/Tommy a lot, but I can’t speak for others -- I’m not sure how far around the fandom it spread!

But then, as a fandom, we jointly experienced what can best be described as Edgar-gate. 

It all started with someone noticing a comment on an old, inactive Father Brown fan account on instagram. This said that the owner of the account had tweeted one of the producers asking for Sullivan’s first name. They said that the producer had told them that Sullivan’s first name was Edgar. 

As you can imagine, we were all distraught. We simply could not call this man Edgar. Someone else tweeted Rachel Flowerday again, to confirm, and she said it was true. Sullivan is on record at the BBC as being an Edgar. 

It was a strange time, anon. A strange time indeed. As time has passed, we have done our best to come to terms with this tragic turn of events. We have all done our best to make peace with it. For now, in a lot of fics/posts/hcs he’s still a Thomas, although Edgar tends to pop up as a middle name, or it may be worked in in other ways! But don’t be surprised if some people have switched over to full-time Edgar. 

However, anon! Rachel did say that she’d take note of our fandom use of Thomas, so all may not be lost. Maybe leave a quiet question mark next to both Walter Valentine and Edgar Sullivan.

So there you go anon. Do with this information what you will. Have a lovely day dearest, thank you for asking!

(P.S in case you’re curious, Sergeant Goodfellow is a Daniel!)

[tinkerbelldetective]

Hands Off

Trigger Warning: Abuse Part One The Inspector wasn't happy to say the least, but than again, was he ever? His eyes scrutinized your face, stopping at the bruise forming on your right eye. "Y/N?" "It was an accident, I'm very clumsy-" "Who did it?" You snapped your mouth shut. "Nobody. I'm clumsy is all." His gaze softened as he placed his hands on your shoulders. "They're not going to hurt you anymore. Who is it?" You sighed and breathed out the name, staring at the floor. He nodded, putting on his hat and coat, leaving you in the office.

[bronanlynch]

beam saber recap time: an ex-osha inspector and an ex-mech sports athlete walk into a secret underground bunker full of scientists who hate each other and now they’re all snowed in together! what happens next will shock you!

(technically a christmas episode, depending on how you define christmas episodes)

starting off strong with kay @girlfriendsofthegalaxy saying concerning sentences to me: “I’ve been playing red dead redemption so I’ve been looking up a lot of pinkerton manuals about union busting” “I love where this is going” “don’t worry about”

“unions?? in my god-fearing underground base??? it’s more likely than you think”

accidentally gave an npc a slightly stronger version of my new jersey accent, which I guess is fair considering they’re an archaeologist who’s trying to unionize so it that not just a self-insert oc at this point

zan @duckswithwings: “that’s my secret, cap, I’ve always been from new jersey”

reappearance of the artist formerly known as hawthorne march aka ballad imperative aka herculine vane

v bought her silence by asking her out on a date. love this awkward fraught spy romance we’ve got going on here

a very fun conversation between v and her rival, holliday rue. I love playing holliday she’s so awful. I didn’t transcribe everything we said but. some highlights

Holliday: “We need to talk”

V: “do we, what do we need to talk about”

Holliday: “I think it will be relevant to your interests”

V: “Relevant to my interests, right, because you know so much about those”

Holliday: “is your continued self-preservation not still relevant to your interests?”

(some stuff that I didn’t transcribe because I started paraphrasing, holliday is threatening to tell someone that v’s been doing shit she’s not supposed to, and saying that she knows v’s up to something, at some point v says “and yeah I am up to things, because I’m a spy”)

V: “I thought you were smarter than to threaten a spy with a gun, my expectations for you were low, the bar was on the ground, but now it’s in the bunker we’re in”

Holliday: “valentine, darling, I thought you were smarter than to assume that I don’t have a gun”

V: “you might have a gun but do you have a bulletproof vest”

Holliday: “think about this sensibly, if you were to shoot me in a crowded room, imagine how that would look”

helpful aside from zan suggesting that v doesn’t need to shoot her and can just stab her with a poison volt meter

kay: “How do I give my rival food poisoning”

V: “Only one of us is a dedicated decorated civil servant (I’m lying, they don’t give spies medals)”

Holliday: “and yet only one of us was forced to resign in disgrace”

the other fun thing abt that conversation is that while v is having a miserable awful time, indigo is arranging a threesome in the background because they’re snowed in and he’s gonna live his best tropiest life

I think this was a mission where I did a little bit too much prep and had things a little too complicated in my notes but I like how it turned out and like. which parts of my planning I decided to keep

especially happy with how some of the stuff with hawthorne/herculine turned out, and the part about her helping some other spies defect from the empire as a way of showing the party one potential way out for them

and then also managing to include some stuff that I wasn’t sure how to fit in until indigo started flirting with some of the people who were defecting, so now he knows that some of them want to join the cirque du soldat, the independent squad his twin belongs to

my other fave moment as a gm this session was when I said that a certain npc would probably join another faction instead of going independent, and I have in my notes that it’s because she likes belonging to a military hierarchy, and before I said that zan said “yeah, makes sense, she seems like she likes the structure” which. love when I can characterize relatively minor npcs well enough that my players pick up on what their motivations are

zan made sure to establish that indigo still had the orb in his pocket during any and all seducing he was doing, leading kay to call him a nevernude and me to say the horrible sentence “instead of leave room for jesus, leave room for the orb”

indigo installed the orb into his mech and then bonded with it like he’s the protagonist of a horse girl movie

my game mechanics answer to what having a sentient orb installed into your mech does was “a mech can make a move at any time”

indigo took one of his several boyfriends on a date

zan: “Have I learned anything about Dr. Boyfriend” me: “yeah his name maybe”

v is having trouble buying a house because her credit score is bad because she’s a spy who lives on a secret base and legally doesn’t exist

zan and I kept saying a distorbance in the forbce and kay made increasingly distressed noises, sorry kay I need to say at least one cursed thing per session it’s how I reduce my stress