Y/N L/N’s nights used to be her opportunity to destress from the day, perhaps nurse a cheeky glass of chardonnay as she prepared dinner before eventually winding down to do it all again tomorrow. Then James Hathaway entered her life, the start of their relationship wasn’t quite a whirlwind romance. In fact the Policeman had been rather brash upon their first meeting practically interrogating her on the simplest of things. Eventually the stoic harsh exterior dissolved and James allowed himself to come out of his shell a bit. But now that meant Y/N couldn’t properly relax after a day of work until the familiar heavy footsteps crossed their shared threshold. Oxford had never seemed like a dangerous place until James, waiting every night to see if he’d actually make it home in one piece.
Stirring the pasta the y/h/c woman couldn’t help but smile at the small curse that flowed in from the hallway. No doubt James had once again failed to kick his work shoes off smoothly. Since injuring his neck and being imprisoned in a neck brace he was no longer able to undo his shoelaces… and even more unable to accept help. “Survived another day then” Y/N called out loudly before jumping slightly at the crisp shirt covered limbs wrapped around her. “Barely.” the tall man replied quietly, placing soft butterfly-like kisses on the young woman's exposed neck. Y/N held the distinct smell of home, a combination of honeysuckle perfume and slight lavender laundry detergent. James had originally hated the floral scents slowly taking over his life. The DS having previously wrinkled his nose and moodily claimed it made him smell like a girl. Somehow months later he’d complain if they were running low. It felt nice to have someone to come home to, someone to share his life with.
“Got a surprise for you.” James announced reluctantly removing himself from the y/h/c woman. Reaching for the arrangement of hyacinths, hydrangeas and baby’s breath. The shades of blue with bursts of white had certainly been eye-catching and perhaps he would have bought them for Y/N himself without the upset florists demand of reimbursement.
“They're beautiful… what’s the occasion?” Y/N began before suspicion dampened her original excitement. Narrowing her y/e/c orbs slightly taking in every inch of the Detective Sergeant's face. “What have you done James?” Y/N asked a faux sternness finding its home on her y/s/c features. “Nothing… just a work incident.” James replied, shooting the woman in an attempt at a reassuring smile.
Hercule Poirot was an unusual man with his small moustache that he combed mercilessly every morning followed by the tiny scissors that maintained its upkeep in the evenings. His fine handmade suits are just scratching the surface of his refined personality. But at the end of the day he was still a man. A man who wanted to be loved. Perhaps the little grey cells were weakening, leading the Belgian man to Y/N Hastings. Hercule was still rather surprised that the young woman was related to the Captain but at the end of the day it was thanks to him they’d even met in the first place.
It had started as simple companionship, an evening spent pouring over golden embellished books, strolls in the fresh air when the flat seemed to slow the cogs moving in Poirot's brain during a case. Neither he or Y/N noticed the shift in relationship but soon there was an unwritten understanding between them. Hastings practically had a heart attack when Y/N walked out of the small kitchen cup of earl grey in hand looking rather comfortable in her surroundings, or maybe it was the small smile and loving pat of a hand from the detective that scared the tall English man. “Uncle Arthur” the y/h/c woman greeted cheerfully ignoring the bewildered look on her relatives face. “What are you doing here?” Arthur replied, his tone wavering in mild surprise, his posture recoiling into the armchair. “I was just helping Hercule with the Burkes” Y/N stated gesturing to the large red book sat on the coffee table. Hasting’s may have usually been rather slow in these situations but even he could read between the lines.
Finding a friend in amateur consulting detective Jane Marple
Out of all elderly women Y/N L/N could have befriended in the small village of St Mary Mead of course it had to be her. Jane Marple was a sweet lady really but there definitely was a mischievous streak within the older woman. All villages talked, but St Mary Mead was perhaps the best at hiding its gossip behind fake smiles and small gestures. “Now don’t tell me you only invited me for tea Miss Marple” Y/n teased gently placing the everyday china cup back onto its saucer. “Well other than Raymond you’re the only young person I see really.” The thin woman replied with a small shrug of her shoulders.
“What about Christopher?” Jim suggested running a damp hand over his face as he cleaned up for the night. The topic of the evening was one that was often repeated especially as Y/N’s due date came closer. “Or Peter?” The Policeman continued his brain flickering over the lists and lists of names the pair had considered. “I am not having our child share a name with Jakes!” Y/N huffed placing her book down beside her, clearly not going to be able to finish the chapter she’d started. “Anyway, what makes you think it’s going to be a boy Jimmy?” The y/h/c woman couldn’t help the smile that found a home on her /y/s/c face. Poking his head around the door Jim shrugged “You know… Coppers instinct or something.”
“Are you sure? Or has somebody been listening to old wives tales.” Y/N teased her hand coming to rest on her growing stomach. “Perhaps Morse has been filling your head with utter nonsense again.” The woman tutted halfheartedly, clearly not meaning any harm. “Would it be that bad to have a son?” Jim asked, settling into the covers. “Of course not Jimmy. If they’re anything like you I’d be lucky.”
Jane Marple trying to rekindle yours and Raymond's relationship
“Raymond asked about you.” Jane stated not looking up from her knitting, without even acknowledging the intruder she knew it was Y/N L/N. Sighing, the young woman in question placed some freshly cut daffodils on the small table. “Did he really?” Y/N replied her tone low and perplexed. The man the older woman was referring to was her nephew and Y/N’s childhood sweetheart until he stopped coming to St Mary Mead. He still occasionally visited his aunt whether it was out of family politeness the y/h/c girl would never know. “He’s still fond of you you know” Jane continued even in her own home she couldn’t help but meddle. “Hm I’ll take your word for it” the young woman sighed making her way to the kitchen to fill a small vase. Ignoring the younger woman's declaration. “You can’t just throw away what you had. You were both so happy.” The older woman placed her growing project aside. “Miss Marple, it's not that simple.” Y/N sighed kneeling to face the woman offering a gentle pat of the hand. “Some people just grow apart, that's life.” Shaking her head Jane smirked slightly “I may be old but I’m not completely dotty Y/N.”
“Oh Y/N you look stunning” Meryl gushed ignoring the y/h/c girls reddening cheeks. “It’s nothing really..” Y/N replied suddenly feeling very exposed in the dress. “She’s right Y/N you look lovely!” Jill insisted still applying her makeup in the mirror. The woman's light coloured eyes subtly eying up the younger woman. “So who’s the lucky chap?” Meryl teased practically skipping over to her colleague. The blonde nurse usually didn’t partake in romantic gossip but that was because she was normally rushed off her feet in the cottage hospital. “Nobody…” Y/N muttered a small frown forming on her painted lips. “Oh Y/N/N” Jill stated apologetically, Y/N was one of the youngest Nurse’s at The Royal so the female Doctor had taken the girl under her wing. “It’s fine honestly.” Y/N sighed, sinking into the dark brunette's taller frame. “Did you want him to ask you?” Jill questioned softly without even saying his name Y/N’s heart would beat rapidly and cause the girl to go into a sudden paroxysm of anxiety. “As if he’d ever notice me Jill” Y/N complained gloomily. The man in question was the junior porter Alun, even just thinking about him made Y/N’s brain go to jelly. “Well then it’s his loss!” Meryl announced loudly ignoring the strange looks she received from the other ladies currently using the bathroom. “Now you are not going to spare him another thought! We’ll dance and drink whatever rubbish Ken managed to pick up and jolly well enjoy the party!” The blonde continued adjusting her volume a small smile perched on her delicate features. “Seconded!” Jill declared slipping her arm through the smaller girls.
The grey skies of Whitechapel offered no comfort, the large raindrops pooling together on the crappy path causing the young woman to frown. There was no way she’d be able to return home with dry feet. The rumble of a car pulling up beside her breaking her game of chicken with the growing puddle. “Could we have a word Miss L/N?”
“Only if I could grab a lift looks like it’s about to bucket it down.” The female retorted smiling at the man hesitantly poking his head out the car window. Nodding awkwardly the DI lent over to open the door. Placing her small collection of bags in the back seat Y/N settled into the leather seat embracing the dull warmth. “I do hope I’m not in trouble, Detective Inspector” Y/N laughed half heartedly hoping the tall man would say something and break the awkward silence. “Ergh no.. I just wanted to talk about..” Joe trailed off. “The Krays?” Y/N interrupted glancing at the discoloured horizon, part of the girl wanted to trust him. To tell him every sordid little detail but she couldn’t. “If you wouldn’t mind.” the man coughed. “I’ll tell you what I told your Sergeant. I’m not Frances Shea and I refuse to let him mold me into her.” Sighing Y/N bit her lip. “She deserved better. And so do I… Don’t I?” She’d cracked. Sure it may only be a hairline fracture but still a crack is a crack.
Tapping the steering wheel Joe frowned at the woman's tone. It wasn’t quite terrified but she was scared. Slowing down the DI turned into her road before the y/h/c woman stopped him. “He’ll want to know what we spoke about if he sees you.” Unfastening her seatbelt Y/N braced herself for the damp road ahead. “Thank you for the lift.” Y/N mumbled her nerves rising as she prepared herself to reenter the lion's den. “You’ll catch them won’t you. I can trust you enough for that.”
A/N been ages since I did some Endeavour stuff but this was requested so here we go x
Warnings: Just in case it has got 60′ s wife role attitudes in a small small part.
Checking her reflection in the small medicine cabinet mirror Y/N Jakes née L/N blushed at the cream silk that covered her figure. Nobody ever told you what to expect at night after you said I do. And yet here she stood more nervous than ever. What if Peter suddenly hated her or realised he made a mistake. The pair had only been courting for 8 months before taking the plunge into married life. DI Thursday joked that Y/N must have bewitched Jakes to get the famously selfish bachelor to agree to be tied down. Spraying some Chanel No 5 a soft knock erupted from the door. “You okay love?” The male asked gently since meeting the girl it was like his personality had done a 180°. Well unless your name was Morse Jakes still held a flame of rivalry with the man. “Yes of course.” the y/h/c woman replied, poking her head out of the bathroom her nervous smile unconvincing.
Closing the bathroom door, the pair collected in the hallway of their new home the carpets still fresh. Just from the feeling of it between her toes Y/N groaned internally knowing it would be a daily chore to keep them feeling this new. But it was her job now she was the lady of the house and it was up to her to keep it spick and span for Peter. “You look beautiful..” Peter stated lowly, almost inaudible as his eyes raked over the females figure. They'd never been this intimate not that Peter hadn’t tried at first. God had he tried but each time Y/N shot him down with a giggle as she removed his wandering hands. Y/N hadn’t been raised in a strict religious household but her parents still expected her to wait until marriage because god forbid anyone find out their sweet little girl had turned into a harlot. Over time Jakes became okay with the fact that Y/N wasn't falling into his bed like the long line of other girls. In fact he respected her greatly for it. Though the pair had only just moved into the home Jakes had made sure to collect her little trinkets that sat in her old room to make her feel more at home.
Settling under the covers Y/N held her breath as dark flooded the room. It made her feel silly but she’d never quite gotten over the dark. It felt cold and unforgiving like it was just waiting to help someone sneak up on you. The cold hand touching her nearly made her squeal out loud even though she knew who it belonged to. Peter wouldn’t ever hurt her and God help anyone who decided to try and break into the suburban residence. Jakes had a pistol on standby in the bedside table and he was a good shot even if he was half asleep. “You alright?” Jakes whispered softly to the girl who lay stiffly small hands gripping tightly onto the sheets. “You won’t laugh will you?” Y/N whispered back debating if she should tell him. “Course I won’t Poppet.” he reassured, embracing his wife in a hug through the dark. “No Pete this is serious. It’s not funny, okay!” as the only reply he received.
Though she couldn’t see it Y/N sensed the dark haired male nodding. “I’m.. I’m scared of the dark.” silence filled the air as she expected the deep chuckle she’d come to love to break out. Removing himself Peter sighed before turning on a small lamp that had found its place on his side of the room. “I know I know it's silly!” Y/N declared sitting up a now pinkish hue flooding her delicate features. “I’m sorry Peter I should have told you.” She added playing with her fingers unable to look the man in the eyes. “Forgive me?” The girl asked tentatively about to move closer to the man before deciding against it due to the silence that still hung in the stale air. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion Peter paused before a laugh rippled from his chest. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” He asked carelessly. Frowning Y/N turned to face the man, her hot blush fading. “What do you mean why didn’t I tell you.” a mock deep tone reciting his words. “It’s embarrassing Peter.” Shaking his head in disagreement the DS settled back under the covers patting his side. “I’m scared of Clowns.” A sound of confusion emitted from his wife.
“Fears are normal. So I promise we can sleep with a light on every night until we’re old and grey as long as you promise to never make me go somewhere clowns congregate.”
