#murdoch mysteries x reader

[lilacs-stars]

“scary? my god, you’re divine”

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currently on a little bit of a hiatus as I try to keep up with the many things I have to do in life, but I'm trying to get back into writing soon! super sorry for being inactive, I do try my best to log on here every few days, and I still read everything that gets sent to my inbox! <3

latest works:

part 1: aiming for your heart, part 2: a night to remember (james hook x fem!reader)

shattered reflections (morgie x fem!reader)

currently taking requests for:

descendants: the rise of red

murdoch mysteries

other fandoms I enjoy:

genshin impact

mcu

any and all criticism and feedback is highly appreciated :)

do not plagiarize, translate, remake, or copy my works, including my writing and images, in any way.

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I love your answer to the question I asked. My answer would have been Whitney Houston. She is either a siren or banshee. I would have paired her with Garrett or Charlie cannot decide who.

Twilight Request

Jasper/ Major x Female Reader

The reader has powers like Naruto Uzumaki but her nine tailed beast is a wolf that is white as snow. She has long black hair down to her hips when not put up. She knows many forms of martial arts and several languages and owns several katanas. She stands at 5 ft 11 inches. She likes reading mystery novels like Nancy Drew. Her favorite tv shows are Walker Texas Ranger, Murdoch Mysteries and Murder She Wrote. She goes to the Cullens when she gets word that Victoria has created an army of newborns and that a human is with them. She goes and offer her help to them.

At the training ground, she meets the pack. One of the wolves Paul says something rude to the reader. He goes to attack her but because of her power she has the strength to lift him and pin to the ground. She tells him his bad attitude is not welcome. Jasper/ The Major is her mate.

Feel free to add or change anything.

❝snowbound savior❞

✭ pairing : jasper hale x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (Y/N), a striking young woman standing tall at 5 feet 11 inches, boasts not only flowing black hair that drapes down to her hips but also a unique gift – a nine-tailed wolf beast as white as freshly fallen snow. Her exceptional skills extend far beyond her mystical companion. Proficient in numerous martial arts and fluent in several languages, (Y/N) is a formidable force to be reckoned with. The narrative takes a thrilling turn when (Y/N) receives an urgent message: Victoria, a formidable adversary, has assembled an army of newborns and allied herself with an unsuspecting human. Driven by her sense of duty and a desire to protect, (Y/N) rushes to the Cullens, offering her formidable powers and unwavering support.

✭ twilight masterlist 2

The moon hung low in the midnight sky, casting a silvery glow over the quiet forest. (Y/N), a striking young woman with long, flowing black hair that cascaded down to her hips, stood alone among the trees. At 5 feet 11 inches, she possessed an aura of strength and mystery that drew the eye. But it was her unique gift that truly set her apart—the nine-tailed wolf, as white as freshly fallen snow, that loyally accompanied her.

She had been living a solitary life for as long as she could remember, ever since her powers had manifested. Her childhood had been a blur of confusion and fear, as she tried to comprehend the extraordinary abilities coursing through her veins. The snowy wolf, her constant companion, was her only solace in those early days of isolation.

Throughout history, she had been known as the "snowbound savior." Legends and tales had spoken of a white wolf with nine tails that appeared when one was in dire need of help. Villagers would tell stories around campfires, passing down the folklore of this mystical guardian who emerged from the depths of the forest to aid those in their darkest hours.

But (Y/N) knew the truth. She wasn't just a legend; she was real, and she carried the weight of her unique destiny on her shoulders. Her existence was a secret known only to a select few, those who had witnessed her powers firsthand or had heard whispers of the mysterious white wolf.

Tonight, beneath the silver canopy of stars, (Y/N) felt a strange restlessness in her spirit. It was as though the air itself carried an unspoken message—a call for help that only she could answer. The bond between her and the nine-tailed wolf seemed to hum with anticipation.

With a determined look in her eyes, (Y/N) turned and headed deeper into the forest, her faithful companion padding silently at her side. She didn't know where the call for help originated, but she trusted her instincts. The "snowbound savior" was on the move once again, ready to face whatever darkness lurked in the shadows and to offer her unique gifts to those in need.

The dense forest welcomed (Y/N) as she ventured deeper into its heart. Here, she felt at one with the world around her, a connection that ran deeper than blood. She wasn't just a woman with extraordinary abilities; she was a guardian of nature itself.

As she moved through the ancient trees, (Y/N) could hear the soft murmurs of leaves, the whispers of the wind, and the gentle rustling of creatures hidden in the underbrush. Nature spoke to her in a language few could comprehend, and in return, she listened and responded with reverence.

Today, however, the whispers were tinged with urgency. The very earth beneath her feet seemed to vibrate with concern. (Y/N) paused, her senses on high alert, and closed her eyes to better attune herself to the natural world.

"What troubles you, dear friend?" she murmured softly, her voice a melodious harmony with the forest's song.

In response, the wind carried a somber message, leaves rustled in distress, and the faint echo of a distant waterfall sounded mournful. Nature was trying to communicate something of great significance.

The revelation came like a thunderclap in her mind—a coven of vampires was in danger, and their fate was intricately entwined with the lives of the humans in the town they resided in, as well as a nearby clan of wolf-shifters. The balance of their existence hung in the balance, and the very fabric of the supernatural world trembled with uncertainty.

(Y/N) felt a surge of conflicting emotions. She had distanced herself from the supernatural world, seeking solitude and anonymity after years of bearing the mantle of the "snowbound savior." Her past involvements had left scars both physical and emotional, and she yearned for a simpler existence.

Yet, as she stood among the ancient trees, a profound sense of responsibility washed over her. She had a duty to protect not just the coven of vampires but also the humans and wolf-shifters who unknowingly depended on their presence.

With a heavy heart, (Y/N) raised her eyes to the heavens, her voice resonating with unwavering determination. "Nature, you have my word. I will do all that I can to help. For the sake of balance, for the sake of those in need, I will step once more into the world of the supernatural."

The forest around her seemed to sigh in relief, a symphony of gratitude and understanding. The bond between (Y/N) and nature deepened, and she knew that her path was now clear. The snowbound savior had been called to action once more, and she would honor her commitment to protect and preserve the fragile balance of the supernatural world.

The clearing deep within the forest was a training ground for the local wolf-pack, and tensions were running high as the group practiced their coordinated maneuvers. Alice, the perceptive and clairvoyant member of the Cullen family, watched their movements closely, her golden eyes scanning the scene with an intensity that never wavered.

Amidst the flurry of leaping and lunging wolves, Alice suddenly froze, her gaze distant as if seeing something beyond the immediate present. Her eyes glazed over, and her hand moved with precision as she sketched something onto a piece of paper with a swift hand.

Jasper, who had been sparring with some of the wolves, noticed Alice's sudden stillness and approached her with a concerned expression. "Alice, what is it? What did you see?"

Alice didn't respond immediately, her focus locked onto the sketch she was creating. It was an image of a white wolf with nine tails, each one flowing gracefully behind it. The creature's ethereal beauty was captured in intricate detail.

Edward, always attuned to Alice's visions, joined them, his brows furrowing in curiosity. "Alice, what's going on? What did you see?"

Alice looked up from her sketch, her eyes wide with a mixture of wonder and uncertainty. "I saw something, someone, I'm not entirely sure," she admitted. "But they're coming to aid us."

Edward's expression shifted from concern to relief. "Good. We can use all the help we can get."

Paul, who had been listening in, couldn't hide his skepticism. "More vampires?" he grumbled.

Alice shook her head, her eyes fixed on her drawing. "Actually, it looks to be a shifter like you all."

Confusion rippled through the group until Alice displayed her sketch for them to see. The wolves gathered around, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Sam, the pack's alpha, gasped as he recognized the image. "The snowbound savior," he breathed, his voice filled with astonishment. "But she's just a legend."

Before anyone could respond, a powerful howl pierced the air, resonating through the forest. It was a howl that carried an undeniable presence, one that demanded attention and respect.

Jasper turned his head toward the sound, his eyes narrowing as he listened. "Guess not," he murmured, his voice tinged with intrigue and a touch of apprehension.

As the echoes of the howl faded into the distance, the wolves and the Cullens exchanged uncertain glances. The arrival of the snowbound savior, a figure of myth and legend, had suddenly become a tangible reality. The balance of power in the supernatural world was about to shift, and none of them knew exactly what to expect.

The ground beneath their feet trembled violently, and at first, the Cullens, along with Sam's pack, believed it to be a catastrophic earthquake. Trees swayed, and the very earth seemed to roar with anger. But what followed was beyond anything they could have imagined.

From out of nowhere, a colossal figure emerged, towering over the treetops, and causing everyone to gasp in astonishment. An 836-foot white wolf, with nine magnificent tails that swirled like a majestic blizzard, stood before them. The sheer size and beauty of the creature left them breathless, their hearts pounding with a mixture of awe and trepidation.

For a moment, the forest fell into a hushed stillness, as if nature itself held its breath in the presence of this enigmatic being. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, the colossal wolf began to shift, its form flowing like liquid moonlight.

In mere seconds, the towering wolf transformed into a striking woman, fully clothed and with long black hair that cascaded down to her hips. Her piercing eyes, as ancient as the earth itself, regarded the assembly with a mixture of wisdom and curiosity.

"I suppose you must all be the ones of whom nature speaks," she remarked, her voice carrying a melodious quality that resonated with power.

Carlisle, always the composed and gracious host, stepped forward. "I beg your pardon, but who are you?"

The woman offered a warm smile, one that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. "I am (Y/N)," she introduced herself. "Nature has warned me of impending danger to this town and the nearby clan of wolf-shifters. It seems our paths were destined to intersect."

Edward, ever the communicator of the family, stepped forward to explain their situation. "A vampire named Victoria is planning an attack with a newborn army. They seek revenge because we killed her mate some time ago."

(Y/N) nodded with understanding, her gaze distant for a moment. "I sympathize with her loss, but I will not allow her to bring death into this town."

As the conversation unfolded, Jasper, who had been watching (Y/N) intently, felt a sensation he hadn't experienced in centuries. It was the undeniable pull of the mate bond, a force that tied him to this extraordinary woman. His gaze remained locked on her, and his heart raced with a newfound intensity. In that moment, he knew that (Y/N) was not only the snowbound savior but also the missing piece of his own existence.

[emperor-palpaminty]

Can I request bbc Sherlock x female plus size reader x William Murdoch please

Hello! I actually have not seen BBC Sherlock and I have not watched Murdoch Mysteries in a very long time, so I don't feel comfortable writing this request! Thank you for understanding!

[roundtriptojupiter]

Hi folks, so I currently have absolutely no hours at my job bc it’s a slow period and I’m one of the newbies so while I’m employed, my income is completely nonexistent… I’m not desperate for anything because I live with family, but if anybody has a few bucks to spare and wants some fic about pretty much anything…

(if it’s not on my do not write list, I’ll do it—I will literally write you an x reader about your most obscure blorbo or your OC romancing your ‘cringey’ favourite character and make it as high-quality as I possibly can!)

I will write for literally any fandom even if I don’t know it, because I’m pretty good at picking up characterization from descriptions people provide & my own research! The fandoms I DO know, though, if you would prefer I’ve consumed the media prior to writing a commission or need some inspiration, are under the cut because it turned into a super long list, oops.

If you aren’t interested in a commission, please consider reblogging :] it’s very appreciated!

Things I have watched/read/consumed in some form before: Star Wars, LOTR, Star Trek, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Sherlock Holmes (BBC + RDJ + original novels), Pokémon, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Wings of Fire, Warrior Cats, Good Omens, various MCYT (DSMP + HC + SMPL + SMPE + Mianite + Life SMPs + Empires + Afterlife + more), The Stanley Parable, FNAF, Markiplier & Jacksepticeye Egos, Sanders Sides, Portal, HLVRAI, Psychonauts, Marvel (mostly CU but I’ve read some comics), Ghostbusters, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail, Team Fortress 2 & Emesis Blue, Dimension 20, Critical Role, Hades, Inscryption, Sonic the Hedgehog (mostly the movies but I have absorbed knowledge of the games), Undertale/Deltarune, Wizard101, Stardew Valley, IHNMAIMS, Wicked, Phantom of the Opera, Guardians of Ga’Hoole, Murdoch Mysteries, BATIM, Voltron, She-Ra, Maximum Ride, + more (if it’s related to something on this list but I didn’t list it, I probably have at least some knowledge of it, too)

Hi there! If you like reading fanfiction or original fiction about your (favourite) characters and have a few bucks to spare for a chronically ill writer, please read this entire post!

I’m Jupiter, I’m a disabled queer man on a break from school and currently without a job. Hopefully that’ll change soon, but in the meantime, I’ve decided to test the waters opening writing commissions!

These are not emergency commissions, but I would really appreciate this post being spread around anyway—just don’t feel pressured to!

It’s $1 CAD per 100 words (ex. $5 for 500, $10 for 1k…) and all payments are preferred be done through P*yPal. (I can negotiate if you don’t have P*yPal, though!)

I have 8+ years of experience writing and you can find examples of my work on Ao3. Please contact me on Discord (preferred: just send me a friend request @ roundtriptojupiter) or through Tumblr DMs on this blog (less ideal, please only if you can’t use Discord!).

Things that I will write: gen/SFW, fanfiction, OC fiction, AUs, crossovers, OC x canon, character x reader, characters from media I don’t know, characters from improvised roleplay (ex. MCRP, D&D), slash/romance*, poly relationships*, furries, gore, horror*, dead dove*, NSFW*, PWP*, kink*, unhealthy relationships*, and human x non-human relationships*

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These lists are subject to change and I reserve the right to deny any commission for any reason. Payment will be required after discussing details but before I begin writing. There are no refunds.

Again, please reach out if you’re interested! And reblogs are incredibly helpful :]

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[henry-higgins-is-a-vibe]

Being Childhood Friends With George Crabtree Would Include

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A/N: Thanks anon for requesting, I hope you like it! And woah I got a little carried away hehe.

Growing up in newfoundland or moving there as a kid.

Visiting him at his Aunt’s place.

Reading together.

There would always be something going on between the two of you, but neither one of you would acknowledge the common feelings.

I feel like when you were kids the two of you would have some like tree house or something.

Telling him about your dream to become a Private Investigator.

Of course he supports you 100%.

Once he moves to Toronto of course you’re heartbroken, but eventually you did get over it.

You and George kept in contact for a couple of years after he moved, but eventually the two of you got two busy, while he was a copper now and you working on your dream there really wasn't enough time.

So you would kind of annoy the Newfoundland constabulary and kind of nag them/help them with cases.

You actually made the newspaper and of course your biggest supporter saw the article and had the biggest smile on his face.

That's when you got a letter from a Private Detective agency in Toronto asking you to come and work for them.

Of course you said yes, I mean how could you pass up the opportunity.

Time skip sort of

Alright, so, this is after you’ve had the job for a few years.

Things were going steady at your job and you’ve settled into Toronto very nicely.

One day you were hired by the victims Mother to investigate their daughters murder.

So you arrived at the scene and could not believe your eyes when you saw your childhood best friend talking to the one and only Detective Murdoch.

You hadn't seen George in ages, so, you slowly made your way over there and greeted him with a “Good afternoon Constable”.

I kid you not when I say this man had the BIGGEST smile on his face, and gave you the biggest hug EVER.

“(Y/N)!! he greeted you.

Anyway, he invited you out for lunch for old times sake, and of course you said yes.

So, the two of you caught up and my god you didn't realize how much you missed him.

So, the two of you would often go for lunch together.

And you would be seeing a lot more of George because William telephoned you down to the station to ask if you would help them with a case.

Really, the only reason you said yes was to spend more time with George.

That’s when past feelings started to resurface.

You realized that you really liked George. I mean he’s sweet, funny, and very caring.

Eventually he asked you out to dinner.

It was at a very nice restaurant. (the best he could afford on a constable’s salary).

During the meal George seemed a little off, so you asked him what was wrong.

And he just spilled all his feelings about you to you.

He told you how he had the biggest crush on you as kids and how seeing you now has made him realize that he never really got over you.

You told him that you felt the exact same way.

And a few more dinner dates like that he asked you to be his Girlfriend/ boyfriend/S/O.

You still would help out with cases at the station house and if I’m being honest everybody loved having your company.

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

a tough case. ( william murdoch x reader )

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You were fairly new to the station. Doctor Ogden required an assistant, and despite your family being vocal about their disapproval of the career path you were taking, you accepted the position she offered. You would never regret that decision as it led to meeting William Murdoch.

Your first case was when a rowing club member was found murdered, and you were humming as you prepared for Doctor Ogden to perform an autopsy when you looked up to see William standing in the doorway. The shock causes you to drop the tray of instruments on the floor.

"Oh!"

William tentatively entered while you kneeled to place each instrument onto the tray. "Forgive me. It was not my intention to startle you."

"No, no, I'm fine. Really." You stood up, not realizing how close he was standing until you were face to face. You laughed lightly, stepping away while hoping he wouldn't notice the blush dusting your cheeks.

"Ah, William. I see you have met my new assistant." Julia entered, carrying the case file, and you placed the tray down, offering him a hand to shake. "Y/N, meet Detective Murdoch."

"Please, call me William." He sent you a small smile which you returned.

And that was the moment you knew you liked William Murdoch - a glimmer of attraction that turned into hidden feelings that grew stronger with each case.

Two things were made clear to William in the next month that you settled into the station. One, you always seemed to be startled when he was near - something he was unsure was a good thing or not. Two, you were great at your job, but there were moments when you were sensitive at crime scenes.

The case of the man forced to drink cheap varnish was full of surprises, but discovering the body of the real Harcourt Grimsby beneath the wardrobe shocked everyone. You covered your mouth, moving away from the remains of the ten-year-old, and Julia looked up at you with a sympathetic smile.

"Why don't you get some fresh air?" She suggested softly.

"I'm sorry -" You sniffled, wiping a tear that fell down your cheek.

"Come on. I'll walk with you." A constable offered, holding out his arm, which you took, looking back to meet William's concerned and curious gaze.

Ten minutes later, he exited the house to find you standing with the constable as you spoke to one another, keeping a safe distance where he would not be seen but could overhear the conversation. You wiped your tears on the handkerchief the constable had given you, apologizing profusely.

"I think it's good that you care so much." He said. "You are great at what you do."

You wanted to smile, but the remains you had found were scarred in your mind. "I don't think so anymore." You whispered as more tears fell, and the constable placed a hand on your arm.

"Come on. I'll escort you home."

You shook your head, thanking him for his offer but turning it down. And Murdoch found you in the morgue three hours after surviving Julia's autopsy and singing the same song he heard you singing on your first day.

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found. Was blind, but now I see..." You lifted your head when he knocked on the doorway, wiping your tears as you stood up. "Detective Murdoch. Is there something I can help you with?"

Your behavior was odd as you had always referred to him as "William" - which he preferred, and at that moment, it felt like there was a certain amount of distance between you both. And he didn't like it.

"I noticed the light was on. I thought everyone had either gone home or gone to the bar." He said as he entered. His eyes were heavy with worry as he glanced at the autopsy table in which Harcourt Grimbsy laid beneath a sheet. "This may seem like a rather silly question, but are you alright?"

You shook your head. And your eyes lowered to the remains covered by the sheet. "He spent all those years lost and alone. I wanted him to know that he was not alone anymore. That he's been found. And I know that sounds silly -" Your voice cracked, and William stepped closer, shaking his head.

"No. That sounds, well, like something you would do." He sent you a small smile. "It's a lovely thought."

You occupied the seat you had been sitting on when he entered, and William stood for a few moments, unsure what to say to break the silence that fell upon you both, his hands awkwardly resting behind his back as his eyes glanced around.

"I've noticed that you sing in every case." He spoke up.

"I'm not crazy." You smiled lightly. "I don't expect them to join in."

A smile formed on his lips, "And for that, I am relieved."

Light laughter fell from your lips as you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes. "I know why I am here. Why are you?"

"Paperwork." He replied. "And I suppose I was not fond of trying to sleep with my mind so occupied."

"And what occupies the great Detective Murdoch's mind, hm?" You asked teasingly, sending him a smile. "The latest scientific breakthrough?"

William's gaze lowered to the ground, and you were immediately worried that you had upset him, beginning to apologize when he shocked you into silence when he spoke.

He cleared his throat, eyes sweeping across the room as he stood with his shoulders straight, preparing to reveal how he felt about you as he brought a chair over to sit beside you. "Actually...I was wondering how you were after we discovered Harcourt's body underneath the wardrobe. I couldn't be certain whether you had already returned home, but when I noticed the light was on, I thought I might find you here. And I did."

"I wasn't ready to face the nightmares." You told him.

"Do you have these nightmares often?" He asked.

You nodded. "Sometimes I can get a decent four hours sleep. However, tonight..." Your gaze drifted to the young boy who had been murdered by his twin, who sought revenge on their father. "Tonight would have been the worst." Your eyes became teary as you looked at the detective, "I can't get the moment we found him out of my mind. I tried to picture something else, like daises, for example, but nothing seems to work. I am starting to wonder whether I am suited for this line of work."

"You are great at what you do. I have never met someone so dedicated to discovering the truth as you are." William lowered his head to hold your gaze. "To lose you would be a devastating blow to this station. And none would miss you more than I."

Your lips parted in shock at his confession.

"Please, assure me that you will at least consider staying." He said.

You nodded, swallowing thickly. "Alright."

The next day you entered around mid-afternoon, and Murdoch was thrilled to see you had chosen to stay when you knocked on the door to his office, holding the reports you had typed up after Julia's autopsy.

"Good afternoon."

It was difficult to contain a smile when he saw you, but this time Murdoch did not dare to try, and you mirrored the bright smile he sent you as you handed him the reports concealed in a manilla folder. "Good afternoon." He echoed the greeting as he accepted the reports, standing close enough that if he were one step closer, your chests would brush with each breath you took. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." You took a deep breath as you turned to his desk. "You know, your desk is always cluttered with some invention. I dread to envision what your house must be like."

"You should come over for dinner sometime and see for yourself." The words left him as shocked as you were, and William cleared his throat awkwardly. "Forgive me, that was -"

"You cook?" You quickly interrupted his apology to prevent him from taking it back.

"I like to think I am a little above average." He said with a small smile.

You suppressed the smirk threatening to form on your lips. "Oh, I didn't doubt that." You met his gaze briefly before looking at the experiment on his desk. "Perhaps I can cook?"

William nodded. "Tonight? If work permits us."

You stepped forward to kiss his cheek. "Tonight." You stepped back with a smile, and William mirrored the smile as you left his office. You looked over your shoulder as you walked away, finding William smiling as he took a seat at his desk.

Although you couldn't always make church on Sunday, you still prayed, but that day you had never prayed as you did in hopes that your schedules remained clear so you could have your date. And what a date it would be.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Can I request a murdoch mysteries where chubby librarian female reader where William proposes and Dr Julia is jealous

So I decided to make this a headcanon because it was late forgive me 💖.

William proposes to libabrian reader and dr Julia is jealous💫

- it was love at first sight you were shy and thought William was handsome and never in your life have you been this in love before.

- you normally didn't mind the attention but since dr Julia had a thing for him it became a game of cat and mouse.

- you thought William liked you since he normally bought you gifts.

- you then soon realised it developed into something more and you began to date him.

- dr Julia had been trying to flirt with him in hints but you shut her down.

- one day he proposes to you and you say yes but dr Julia is heartbroken and cries about it.

- you kiss him out of happiness.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫

[xxjewellynwatts]

The Wine Cellar - A Llewellyn Watts x OC (you!) story

Request: Hello:))) I've had another idea for a fluffy love confession for Llewellyn Watts (I'm a sucker for those😇) we know that Watts love wine so I thought about the reader and Watts getting drunk and kissing.... Let me know what you think:))))

Answer: Hello, dear! Terribly sorry for answering and writing very long after you requested! I hope you enjoy this, I’m not very good at writing about alcohol as I am very anti-alcohol myself so I did my best!

As a woman making it in history books (unbeknownst to you) as the first lady hired as a detective in a Canadian police station in the 19th century, you sure were a secretive, focused and serious person.

People enjoyed being around you, you were funny when you wanted to, but also very interesting to listen to for you had extravagant and insightful ideas. Detective Murdoch had quickly grown accustomed to discussing physics theories with you, so had constable George Crabtree when discussing ideas for his stories, and so had Dr. Ogden as you were always keen to discuss new discoveries in the fields of medicine but also psychology and much more.

Truly, the only person who seemed to be unable to get as close to you was Llewellyn Watts. When you had joined the Station n°4, he was already working there and you two had had very brief and courteous conversations that were always surrounding work. He had grown accustomed to watching you from afar as you worked diligently at your desk or as you walked around a crime scene with Detective Murdoch. He enjoyed your quiet presence around him very much albeit he would have rather preferred you discussed with him and showed him bits of your intriguing mind.

And yet... he could not see his wish come true. He was used to being regarded as the awkward detective and didn’t mind others finding him weird or not friendly. But he was friendly, and all the members of Station n°4 knew it. Except you. Perhaps he was too shy around you.

One day however, you both were given a case on which you had to work together. Llewellyn tried to read you and you didn’t seem to mind but neither were you thrilled whilst he could swear he had never felt so nervous in his entire life.

Surprisingly though, he found out you were easy to talk to. You actually smiled more often now you were alone with him and working with him and seemed more open for conversation.

As you two made your way to the house where a murder had occurred, he found out you could understand his philosophical references. He couldn’t hide the joy of finally having someone who understood them!

‘Well, Detective Watts, you have been smiling for a few minutes now. May I inquire you about that?’ you said with your own little smile.

‘It’s just...’ he said as he turned around on himself, surprised you caught his smile. ‘It’s the first time someone understands my references’.

What an adorable smile and thought, you thought to yourself as you felt your stomach flutter. You were a very sociable person but ever since you’ve been working there, you couldn’t seem to be able to become Detective Watts’ friend. He was the only one with whom you were unsure of how to act. He impressed you quite a bit and you felt as though he could be deceived of your personality if he had gotten closer to you. You were glad you were assigned to that case with him. Now you could get a glimpse of his intriguing worlds and ideas.

‘Well, this is the most flattering thing I have heard in a while’ you said honestly, still smiling at him.

He got lost for a bit in your eyes and the way your eyes shined when you smiled before he was interrupted by the opening of a door. The owner of the house in which you had to investigate had finally answered the door.

As you inquired about the crime, you could see Llewellyn wander through the house before asking to the owner and thereby cutting him through one of his answers to you:

‘Would you mind telling us what this little door leads to?’ he asked as he snapped his fingers at a small door on the right of the entry of the parlor.

‘Oh, it’s my wine cellar’ said the owner.

Llewellyn raised his eyebrows.

And before you knew it, the owner had opened the door and had let you two discover his wine cellar as he went on to discuss with his maids upstairs.

It didn’t take you long to realize Llewellyn was a wine connoisseur. And a fine one at that, too.

‘What a surprise’ you said as you looked at him taste the wine. ‘I didn’t know you were a connoisseur’

He smiled at you as he offered you some wine.

‘You want me to become one, too?’ you joked before you accepted the glass.

He laughed a bit as he waited for your opinion.

‘Not bad’ you said after you had brought the glass to your lips. ‘I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite though’

He laughed again. It was the first time you heard him laugh genuinely and for some reason you wished you could hear it again and again and again.

‘That’s normal, Miss (y/l/n). His collection, I’m afraid, is not one of the best. But here...’ he said as he took a bottle out. ‘Here, it seems we have an interesting one’.

He opened it and poured the both of you some of it.

He raised his glass and you smiled. You both drank it and before you realized it, the bottle was empty and you both were laughing off philosophical debates and the owner’s wine collection.

Now to be fair, you two were not completely drunk. Just a bit. And that bit seemed to have eased your mutual shyness.

‘You know I’ve never thought you were so agreeable, Llewe- sorry Detective Watts’ you said as you looked away. Could it be you were becoming rude?

Llewellyn’s heart skipped a beat though upon hearing his name come from your mouth in such a friendly way.

‘No, please, I don’t mind. Please, call me Llewellyn’ he insisted.

‘Well, then... Llewellyn... I am very glad we seem to get along so well’, you said with a genuine smile.

‘And so am I’ he admitted. ‘I have been struggling to talk to you for some reason. I have never been able to connect with people, really. You know... man’s flaws...’ he said with a distant look in his eyes before turning back his attention to you. ‘But you... seemed so competent, so... intriguing... I didn’t know how to approach you...’ he admitted, a bit saddened.

You stared at him in shock before getting slightly closer to him.

‘Llewellyn... What a strange coincidence... I... I had been feeling and thinking the exact same things!’ you exclaimed a bit louder than you had intended to. ‘It’s easy to be likable with others but with you I thought... I think I thought I wasn’t enough... Like you wouldn’t find anything about me interesting...’

‘You thought you weren’t enough?’ he repeated as though he thought the alcohol was hitting him hard. ‘God you are... your mere smile is enough to make me feel happy for the whole week!’ he suddenly said. ‘And your face is so symmetrical...’ he added with a distant look.

He looked back at you as he realized what he had just said.

Both of your hearts were racing by now and you were suddenly leaning in closer until both of your minds registered the pressure on each others’ lips and labelled it as the kiss you both had been longing for.

You two quickly parted away though as you heard the owner of the house come back down to the wine cellar as he exclaimed:

‘You two are still in here?! And... what have you done to my wine?!’

You both looked at each other holding back your laughter.

‘Well, Mr, thank you very much for answering our questions. Hopefully you will not hear from us provided you are not the killer. Anything else, Miss (y/l/n)?’ he pretended.

You played along.

‘Actually, no. We were just about to go’.

And right before you closed the door behind you, you said to the owner:

‘Oh, and sir, you might want to consider getting a better collection’.

You could see his face becoming red but before he could fight back, Llewellyn and you were running far away from the house bursting out laughing.

[witchcrafting-kitten]

Fandoms I'll write for

Asks/Request are open; I usually prefer Main/Side characters, but I'm open to do background ones too

Stargate SG-1/Atlantis

Carson Beckett: 1

Side Character: 1

Star Trek

Pavel Chekov: 1

Murdoch Mysteries

Midsomer Murders

Ben Jones: 1

Harry Potter

Neville Longbottom: 1 2

Marvel/X-Men

Vox Machina

Leverage

Ghostbusters

NCIS

Criminal Minds

LOTR/Hobbit

Peregrine "Pippin" Took: 1

Stranger Things

[murdochmysteriesimagines]

Peculiar - Llewelyn Watts

Request: Hi I was wondering, if you’re taking requests, if you could do a Detective Watts where the reader is the coroners assistant and, though only being a year younger than Watts, has working at the morgue for 20 years. It’s set during Concocting A Killer and she meets Watts for the first time? I completely understand if you are unable though.

A/N: Details were omitted or changed for the sake of simplicity. the core of the story remains the same however.

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You walked up the morgue stairs without looking away from your notes. Feet familiar with the path to go on unassisted, leading you to the appropriate cabinet to retrieve more paperwork. Automated like a factory machine, eyes uninterrupted as papers were added to your pile. The storm outside released another applause of thunder, the walls would vibrate depending on how close its origin was. This time only the second light on the upper level flickered slightly.

“Strange.” You resumed with the standard routine, equipping a pen at your desk and added further ink to your notes. Ensuring there was equal spacing in between each word and parallel to the other, any imperfections unacceptable. The clock ticked by in its predictable rhythm, refusing to skip a beat or interrupt your concentration. That mentality would not be mutual for all beings you would be forced to interact with in the coming hour.

Unplanned like the rain, footsteps echoed throughout the halls, forcing you to become distracted and place a vowel three millimetres away from its intended location. The sound of leather shoes was still audible over the ripping of paper.

They steps were heavier than average, meaning that Detective Murdoch with his characteristically light step was not approaching. He would not com without reason, that being his profession or wife, neither present within the morgue today. No other detective was scheduled for attendance, most preferred interacting with the other doctor to yourself; reasons unknown to you. It could not be Doctor Ogden; her feet were owned by a woman and the shoes that screamed down the hall belonged to a man. Doctor Ogden was not required in the workplace today regardless, making her unannounced arrival unlikely. The sound was getting closer, but it had more weight you would wager it was the big belt Inspector Brackenreid. The Englishman who almost got cathartic enjoyment from swearing within earshot of you, always amused with your reaction.

These shoes made their own sound, the owner unknown, an invader into your sanctuary. Years of repetition gifted you with the knowledge of knowing when the stranger entered the room.

“Good afternoon.” You did not say a name, for you did not know who it was.

“Good day.” He spoke behind you; his voice was calm. You still occupied yourself with rewriting the discarded page. Usually you would be polite, stand to greet people and face them like father had taught you when you were a child. But this man did not comply with the plan, so you did not stand up.

“Doctor Ogden I presume?” He positioned himself behind you against a wall. He was mannered enough not to stand over you big too ignorant to plan his arrival. You denied his accusation. You were not Doctor Ogden. You were Doctor y/l/n. That identity was stated to the stranger as you took to your feet, abandoning the redraft of the paper temporarily.

“Who might you be?”

“Detective Llewelyn Watts.”

He moved his slightly wet jacket to show his metal accessory given to him by the city, his eyes fixating on your face while you studied it. “Your badge is upside down.”

He looked down for confirmation, surprised. “So it is.”

Opting to hide it back behind his jacket rather than correct the error. You grunted; Detective Watts ignored you, more interested in his own affairs. “I was wondering if I could have a meeting with the departed Mr. Daniels.”

You operated on a Thomas Daniels last week, his body had yet to be released to the family.

“On what grounds?”

Detective Watts leaned towards you slightly, only halting his observation momentarily to retrieve a item from his pocket. When his hand re-emerged it gripped a small, thin knife, thankfully pointed towards the ceiling and not you.

“Testing a theory.”

“Hypothesis.”

“Pardon?”

You turned to lead the Detective down to the freezer. “Hypothesis, a concept that allows for further investigation. You are here to test a hypothesis.”

The Detective followed you to the large metal door that hid the bodies, allowing you to open it uninterrupted. “I suppose I am.”

You re-emerged with the dead in question, pulling the white cloth that preserved his dignity and exposed Mr. Daniels to the occasionally flickering lights above.

He was a younger gentleman, barely in his twenties but already robbed of life. After almost two decades however, such realities failed to influence you. “What hypothesis do you wish to test Detective.”

Watts let his eyes linger onto the deceased, still pointing the knife away from you.

“This is supposed to be the murder weapon,” he waved the dagger in its place, “I suspect otherwise.”

“The Mr. Daniels case is Detective Pryde’s, not yours Detective Watts.”

Your annoyance was clear, arms crossed and tone unmistakable. First, he arrived unannounced then he interferes in what is not technically his. Watts either failed to notice or did not care for your mood.

“The ironically named Detective believes his guilty man used this weapon to kill our patient. He has refused any contrary voices.”

You decide not to ask how irony was involved; focusing on the issue he presented. Your voice picked up as you pulled the cloth down lower Daniels cold corpse. “I shared my concerns with Detective Pryde.”

“So, I’m not alone with my doubts.” Watts eyes went to the newly exposed stab wounds.

“Detective Pryde said a coroner’s input was not required.” Your gaze stayed in the Detective, “He called me a fool.”

“And you are a fool if you believe whatever that brute decides to brand you as.” His tone remained stoic, but the genuine nature of his words pulled your guard down. Not many in the constabulary part from Murdoch and your subordinate coroner granted you such a privilege. “Would you be interested in my input Detective Watts?”

He looked up from your evenly woven stitches. “I would.”

He passed the knife to you. Without hesitation you started.

“This isn’t he murder weapon. It’s an inch too short and lacks serrated edged.” When the hilt touched your fingers, the information spewed forth unrestricted at Watts’ beckoning. “Furthermore, the blade is too thin for such a scuffle, it would be bent or broken if it was used in such a stabbing.”

Looking back to Detective Watts, he was enraptured by your informal lecture. He leaned into you and consequentially over the body. You forced yourself to remain stationary, fearing reprisal.

“All of that and Pryde doesn’t value your input.”

You were unsure if it was a commentary on the situation or a direct question. Since it was phrased as the latter you provided further information. “My father had me as an assistance when I was a child. Mother left the same time and he had to keep an eye on me outside of classes. I worked through university and inherited the position when father moved on.”

The Detective remained silent, so you continued.

“The city changed regulations and Doctor Ogden was hired.”

“Does that bother you?” Watts took the knife back and into his pocket. “Having another doctor on sight. My observations show your profession tends to butt heads.”

You shook your head.

“I have worked here my entire life so I’m the superior. Most would be resentful over that and my younger age, but Doctor Ogden is different.”

Doctor Ogden lacked jealousy in relation to you. She would vouch for your skill to condescending police officers or dismissive detectives. Pryde’s recent activities one of the few instances of working around the Doctor.

“She invites me to dine with her and Detective Murdoch sometimes.”

You started lifting the cloth back over Mr. Daniels when the Detective spoke up. “Perhaps she won’t be the only one.”

“The only one to do what exactly?” You inquired while smoothing out the creases in the fabric. Watts decided against explaining himself as your mind was on perfecting the blanket for the deceased; opting to make another attempt at a later date.

“Thank you for allowing me to take a moment out of your time Doctor.”

“You are welcome.” Not the response Watts expected, but it seemed to strangely fit your character.

“Would you like me to keep you informed of any developments, seeing as you helped in my investigation?”

You stopped playing with the cover and looked up at Detective Watts. Becoming an informal accessory to an already concluded case was highly irregular, bringing with it unknown consequences. However, that would imply that Detective Watts would visit the morgue once again. Hopefully on a planned arrival next time.

“I would Detective Watts, thank you.”

He tipped his hat before moving away, almost tripping on his own feet while walking backwards. “I shall return when I have worthwhile news.”

Then he ran off. Speed walking out of the morgue, appearing odd to anyone else except him. You slowly returned to normality after your eyes stopped lingering on the spot the Detective last occupied. Realizing you would have to start the process of redressing the dead as wrinkles magically multiplied without your supervision. You drew the cloth back, exposing the deceased so you could restart your ritual once again. Muttering to yourself in the process. “What a peculiar Detective.”

[actualfanfictrash]

MASTERLIST

Harry Potter

Scars (Draco Malfoy)

Ice Skating (Draco Malfoy)

A keeper (Oliver Wood)

Homesick (Fred Weasley)

Narnia

Just the Way You Are (Edmund Pevensie)

Marvel:

This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things (Peter Parker)

Take it Slow  (Peter Maximoff)

So Much for a Fast Metabolism (Pietro Maximoff)

The Way You Look Tonight (Bucky Barnes)

A Boyfriend for Christmas (Steve Rogers Series)

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

Murdoch Mysteries

Company (George Crabtree)

Drunk (Henry Higgins)

Other

Conspiracies (Riley Poole)

[emperor-palpaminty]

Since the other blog isn’t doing anything again. Can I request a Murdoch request where they do something cute together.

Sure thing hon! :)

___

You stepped into his office, inhaling the smells of ink and oil (from whatever machine he had concocted this time, you were sure). You smiled a bit, knocking. “Detective?”

When no reply came, you slipped into his office more, looking about. You stared in awe at the device. It was like a… well, you were not sure. You picked up the heavy but small tube, turning it in your hands and pursing your lips. “Hmm,” You murmured aloud, leaning back on the desk. You peered through the small hole, smiling. What was this? What contraption had Detective William Murdoch come up with this time?

Said detective began to walk into his office but paused. She was turning his new device (something to stifle the noise of a revolver) in her gloved hands with a sweet smile. 

He grinned and observed, leaning on the doorway. He would invent something new every day, if this meant she could look this delighted every time he saw her.

[henry-higgins-is-a-vibe]

Being Jack Walkers Niece Would Include

not my gif

A/N: hehe got this request in June before shit went down between these two. God feels good to write again, more on the way:) was kinda hard to write considering Jacks personality’s like a slice of bread.

So, you would’ve moved to Toronto to go to school and your uncle Jack offered for you to stay with him.

Things would be fun, and you would help him at the butcher.

When you move to Toronto basically EVERYONE thinks you’re his daughter.

I mean you’re fine with that, Jack’s a very nice person and great uncle.

Things get very interesting when Jack starts seeing Llewellyn.

Jack would make up excuses as to why he was going out.

This would go on for bit, but you started to get suspicious.

So, you confronted your uncle, and he came clean that he was seeing Llewellyn

Obviously you were supportive!

You eventually met Watts and loved him.

I feel like one day Watts would just like take you to the station house for no reason, and like you meet everyone, which was fun.

But like the three of you ALWAYS play cards when you’re home and Llewellyn comes over.

It’s a tradition.

Being excited whenever Llewellyn comes over because well he's great and you love seeing how happy he makes you uncle.

Sometimes bringing lunch to Llewellyn from Jack from the butchers when Jack doesn’t have time himself.

Going to see Watts and vent after you and Jack have an argument and vice versa

Honestly just having a blast and being really happy for your uncle:)

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

fresh start. ( william murdoch x reader )

gif belongs to me

It happened in the morning as William was leaving for work. You had felt some pain in the middle of the night but did not want to trouble your sleeping husband, who was peaceful, unaware you had stayed awake most of the night from the tingles of pain in your abdomen. You had given him his hat that morning and straightened his tie as you kissed him goodbye before he left for work. Almost as soon as the door closed behind him, the pain returned full force, and you cried out, placing a hand on your bump as you grasped onto the sideboard in the hallway.

Murdoch was pushing his bike when he heard you cry out his name and turned, dropping his bicycle as he raced into the house, finding you on the ground, cheeks unnaturally pale and blood seeping through your dress.

"Y/N?" He knelt beside you, placing his hands on your cheeks, "Y/N!" His panicked eyes examined you for a moment before he checked for a pulse, darting to the telephone when he felt how faint it was.

That day William's world fell apart. You had lost your unborn child, and Murdoch was led to believe that he would lose you too. After a month in the hospital, you woke up, surviving despite the odds against you, and Murdoch's hands were trembling with relief when he covered your right hand with both of his, feeling you squeeze his hand in response. 

He delivered the news that you had lost your unborn child and held you as you broke down. In the months that followed, William felt he was losing you all over again. You rarely ate and rarely spoke to anyone, himself included, and William could only watch as the woman you were faded away each day into someone he didn't recognize.

A year passed by, and William found a glimmer of hope. An opportunity to return the light to your eyes and bring back the curious, exciting woman you once were. He was wary about leaving you behind, traveling ahead to start his new job at Station No.4 and prepare the house for your arrival. During the two weeks you were apart, William sent letters every day though he never expected any reply; his instinct told him you were reading them.

He had left the station early that day to meet you at the house, waiting outside for the horse and carriage to arrive. He opened the door, sending you a smile, as he offered you a hand to take as you stepped out.

"Did you receive my letters?"

You nodded, your eyes drifting to the house, casting a shadow over you both. Murdoch paid and thanked the carriage driver, turning to find you looking at the garden. 

"I thought that you could tend to the flowers. These, I believe, are wilted." He said as he moved to stand beside you.

You looked up at him, holding your skirts as you turned to him, seeing him up close for the first time in two weeks. In those two weeks, you had felt the silence in the house for the first time and treasured every letter he sent you. And you understood why he believed a change of scenery was a good idea. 

That night as you were sitting across from each other at the dining table, you prodded the food on your plate, lost in your thoughts, unaware of his concerned glances. 

"I loved your letters." You spoke up, almost startling him to the point where he nearly dropped his fork. "Perhaps we could visit the park you were telling me about? A picnic?"

William nodded, a smile forming on his lips. "That would be lovely."

You placed your fork down, resting your clasped hands on your lap. "I haven't been a very good wife, have I?"

"You went through something I could never begin to understand -"

"You needed me. It must have been so lonely, and I apologize sincerely Will - I -" You closed your eyes to hold back the tears appearing in them. "I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault." He stood up, moving towards you when a sob left your lips. "It wasn't your doing." He placed a hand on your clasped hands as he knelt beside you. "There was nothing anyone could have done."

You met his gaze and placed a hand on his cheek, running your thumb across his cheekbone. "I love you, William Murdoch."

A soft smile formed on his lips. "And I love you, Mrs. Murdoch." He stood up, leaning down to kiss you tenderly. 

It was a fresh start. An opportunity to begin again and move on from the pain you had endured. And no, you would never forget the loss you had suffered, but you knew that come what may, you would always have each other.

[xxjewellynwatts]

The Perfect moment might never come — A Llewellyn Watts x OC (you!) fanfic

Request: Something along the lines of Llewellyn Watts and the reader having secret feelings for each other and then share their first kiss in a time of crisis....

Answer: took a break from my abnormally tight schedule + constant adrenaline rush state to write this gem. neptune in pisces this year is killing me w those illusionary feelings. this is a nice let out.

This is a fem!reader fanfic! I like to think this young sir is bi. My left hand still has no ring on it, I’m waiting for him lmfao.

You had been hired by the Police station number 4 as the first female detective after saving Murdoch and his colleagues from a near-psychopath who had put up a trap with some tricks and riddles for you to find them.

Obviously when Llewellyn first saw you, he deeply appreciated you saving his life and his colleagues’ life (who wouldn’t!) and also found your face particularly symmetrical but never dared to say it.

As for you, you were a lovely, confident, fun and awkwardly smart young lady. Station #4 quickly got found of you. You’d think about the little things that made people’s day easier and happier, you’d make everyone laugh (young, old, man and woman alike!), you’d solve with your quick witty mind abstract and complex problems (from helping Murdoch’s physics experiments to dangerously tricky crimes). Yes, to say station #4 was found of you was the very least.

As the time passed by, you didn’t notice how Llewellyn would always try to be around you when working on a case, or, when you both were sloppily sitting around the station doing boring work, how he’d always find a way to clumsily discuss with you newspaper articles, and show you around town. You didn’t notice how he’d silently look at you while you were working with others, holding a leaf in his hands as the autumn winds mimicked his whimsy thoughts.

As the time passed by, you didn’t notice how you were also trying to impress him and how much you enjoyed randomly finding his hat lingering around after he had forgotten it. You started liking that smile of his when you came to him with his hat in hand as he would snap his fingers and clumsily thank you.

It had been a few months now and you grew increasingly nervous yet happy yet shy yet bold every time you saw him around. Little did you know he felt the same, the only difference is you couldn’t tell, as he had always been awkward and clumsy. But you loved that about him. You loved everything about him.

And so once he got in the police station today, you barely had the time to mentally register him putting his hat on you before snapping his fingers and getting you up from the chair.

‘Come, quick’ he said. ‘Or there will be a murder... no, two murders.’

Surprised, you only followed him along, holding his hat close to you in an anxious way. You had been thinking about a plan to eventually reveal your feelings for him. And after all the cases and crimes and riddles and tricks you had solved and all the times you had endangered your own life for the sake of finding the truth, you were positively convinced that telling someone you loved them was the most dangerous thing one could ever do. What’s more, the right time never seemed to arrive. You two were either too casual (in your own awkward ways) or too blinded by the adrenaline of solving a crime and endangering your lives to ever properly talk about something so serious.

‘Are you okay?’ you suddenly heard.

You snapped your head at him. You had been following him, head down to his hat in your anxious hands.

‘Yes, sorry. What happened?’ you quickly hid your nervousness.

He starred at you for a while, brows furrowed but didn’t insist.

‘Apparently, Murdoch has a few enemies and one of them got out of prison and is now holding both him and Julia hostage. And I think I have found... the location.’ he said as he starred at a big factory where you two just arrived. He showed you a paper which contained random numbers. Random, until you accordingly put them in order to make up the date of creation of this factory.

‘18th of July 1889’ you breathed.

He smiled, appreciating your quickness. But before you could both head inside, the sound of a gun took you out by surprise. Instinctively, Llewellyn held your head as you both crouched down.

‘Apparently, there are two enemies who got out of jail...’ you said as you looked at him.

You both quickly ran inside and tried to find where Murdoch and Julia had been locked.

You opened a door using your hair clip and finally found the couple. They were gagged and tied to a heavy machine which produced dangerous gas.

Llewellyn and you coughed as you untied Murdoch and Julia and you quickly ran out of the factory which was threatening to explode any minute now.

But as you rushed out and shouted to everybody around to run as far away as possible from the factory, you saw Llewellyn’s hat on the floor, where you had both crouched down a few minutes ago when the first bullet had been shot.

For some unexplainable reason, you felt the urge to go back and get it, and acted upon that urge. As you heard Llewellyn yell and run after you, you thought, paradoxically about why you were doing that. Perhaps it was because this hat had been the symbol of the meeting of you two. It was the only thing that made you feel the closest to him. It was the only thing that could excuse you hanging around with him, using the returning of his hat as an excuse.

You quickly grabbed it as a shot brushed your leg. The adrenaline was too high for you to notice though, so you took the hat and ran into Llewellyn who had been running after you.

You both fell to the ground, breathing heavily. You were bleeding a little bit from your leg and the factory threatened to explode any second now.

‘Why did you run back?!’ quickly shouted Llewellyn as he shook your shoulders.

You starred at the hat in disbelief.

‘I.. I... I...’ you quickly said, shaking your head around. ‘I couldn’t leave it!’ you shouted back.

‘This is just a hat, L/N!’

‘No, it’s not! It’s your hat. Only this hat makes me as happy as it does when I randomly find it.’ you quickly shouted back.

He starred at you, shocked and you starred back, just as shocked of your own words. The moment seemed long... it was not. Your ears rang, the heat was insufferable, you both were in terrible danger and had to get up now and run.

‘How come your face is so symmetrical even when you’re angry...’ he suddenly quickly mumbled to himself.

And with no second thought, you both kissed each other right before getting quickly back up and running.

The factory exploded, like your heart.

You could not believe what just happened.

‘Y/N...’ said Llewellyn after you both hid far enough from the chaos. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...’ he quickly said, looking down. He could not dare to look at you. He was ashamed of what he did but knew he would do the same thing if he locked eyes with you.

‘Llewellyn, I love you.’ you quickly said.

You slowly put his hat on his head as he slowly beamed, realizing what you said.

‘So... You mean...’ he said with his nearly broken voice.

You kissed him again.

And once you saw the beam on his face, you finally understood that the reason why he was so happy every time you found his hat was because you brought it to him.

[janus-cadet]

Request : Open

Hello there, dear reader ! I'm going to try something. By that, I mean I'm opening my ask box, or whatever it is called, to anyone who might be interested.

Request for what ? Well, drawings, of characters, shows, movies you like.

The fandoms I draw for :

Doctor Who

American Horror Story (any characters)

Sherlock

What we do in the Shadows

Le Visiteur du Futur

The Alienist (or anything Daniel Brülh related)

MCU, and that includes X-men

Unbreakable, Split, Glass

La Casa de Papel & Money Heist Korea

Squid Game

Harry Potter

Homestuck (trolls only ;3)

Wednesday & The Addams Family

Sanders Sides

Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog

Hamilton

Murdoch Mysteries

Our Flag Means Death

Good Omens

And I may add a few others, who knows. You can still ask some from your personnal fandoms, it could be an occasion for me to try new things. I do not draw OCs, tho.

What I'm okay to do :

I can draw your OTP

Your favorite character

Fake ads

Compositions

In fact almost everything that do not take one year of work. I would probably not do an entire comic page, except if it's something really interesting

And I don't mind gore.

What I'm not okay to do :

Any ship drawing that include a child. Big nope for me.

Incest.

And anything R18. Not only am I not that good with human body, but I'm also not very confortable with that 🤷‍♂️

Anyway, that's all :P don't hesitate !