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heliads · 1 year

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hi again !! person who asked about part 2 4 the benoit blanc fic here !! thank u 4 agreeing 2 write it !!

k so here's my request : it's like half a year after part 1 , and benny n the reader r solving crimes together but they're like ... super awkward with each other . they don't dislike each other , in fact they want to be closer , but r really wants a parental figure but isn't sure how to verbalize that and benoit jus does NOT know how 2 parent.

but then when they r on a case , r gets hurt ( not 2 serious , but enough 2 be scary ) , and benoit realizes how much he actually cares about this kid . n then they have a really sweet moment n decide 2 try n get closer ?

thank you so much !! i'm super excited 2 read this !!

anything for benny

part one / masterlist

Benoit Blanc is lost. Usually, this is not enough to trouble him. Problems are only worthwhile if they take some time to parse out. Benoit has no fondness for pointless mysteries, games in which the end is clear from the beginning and the middle has no value at all. He has always preferred to amble along and seek out clues. That is his best method of solving, it always has been.

It is a confounded issue, then, that Benoit is lost now. He is not in the midst of a crime, nor locked within the confines of a good hoax. He is between jobs at the moment, which usually means that his problem-solving fingers should cease to twitch at his sides, that he would no longer be ready to reach for a hint that will let him catch a killer.

Benoit’s problem at the moment regards his apprentice. He took on a teenager to help him with his cases about six months back, Y/N L/N. They’ve been an excellent aid, no cause for concern there, but Benoit’s judgment is faulty in where he is meant to draw the line between work friend and real friend. Typically, he never runs into this problem because he keeps each case to itself with no overlap whatsoever. By bringing Y/N with him, he now has someone closer than an acquaintance.

The issue is that Benoit would like to go about making their dynamic a little less stilted but he has absolutely no idea how to do it. There are moments when he’s certain that Y/N would appreciate a little parental guidance, for a lack of a better word, but Benoit is few things and one of them is certainly not a father. Thus, he is left grappling with how to indicate that he would like to try having a more central role in Y/N’s life with absolutely no idea how to do it.

Benoit took the idea to Phillip a month or so back to limited success. His partner had been focused on the intricacies of some blasted sourdough starter, his attention more in line with tossing flour to the heavens and whatnot. Benoit had posed the concern of what to do with the L/N kid. Phillip had allowed him to ramble on during the feeding time of the sourdough starter, which was consistently scheduled as if it were some kind of beast in need of a kilogram or ten of raw meat.

Benoit cannot fault his partner for the importance of the sourdough, however. They all need a task, some project in which to throw their focus and only withdraw some time later, wholly spent and perhaps a different man. Phillip finds his outlet with baking. Benoit does so with the lives of other people.

Some would consider that to be a sign of their true characters, but Benoit tries to prioritize the people above the thrill of the hunt. That, in the end, is what he feels separates him from the gaudy treasure-seekers of podcasts and true crime shows. Although he does feel that he would make a superb advice host if the chance ever came along. Phillip has yet to catch on to the idea, but Benoit is giving it time.

The conversation was brief but sincere. Phillip had dashed about a cup of flour into the ominous bowl of starter, then turned to him with a sigh.

“You’re getting in your own way,” he had said simply.

Benoit had spread his hands. “Obviously, but how do I get out of my own way? It is difficult, sometimes, to find one’s path long enough to step aside and let the truth rush forward. Sort of like a child who’s just taken off their training wheels. They can go fast, of course, and wreak havoc throughout the suburbs, but, Lord, they should not be allowed to do so.”

Phillip raised a weary brow. “In this case, I don’t think the issue is that you shouldn’t be able to go fast. You just are afraid to let go of your inhibitions. They’re a kid, Blanc, not a piranha. Although God knows you’d rather investigate a piranha than deal with this.”

“It would be interesting to figure out how a piranha had managed to cross my path,” Benoit had mused. “That isn’t the point, though.”

“No,” Phillip said around another sigh, “it isn’t. You need to find the proper time, then tell Y/N what you expect, plain and simple. There’s no other way around there.”

Phillip was right, as expected. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the advice Benoit had wanted to hear. He would have preferred something along the lines of ‘don’t worry about it, how about you go take another case’ or even ‘wait for them to come to you,’ but life is hardly fair.

“Thank you,” Benoit had said at last, “and for goodness’ sake, stop pointing that spatula at me. I’m going to do it. No threatening necessary.”

Phillip had disagreed on that point, but that was hardly a surprise. Benoit had gone to bed that night wondering how he was going to find the right chance to explain his expectations for the situation between himself and Y/N. In the morning, he woke with a blessing.

Handwritten letters have long been Benoit’s favorite way of hearing about a new case. Typically, he can figure out half the evidence just from studying the correspondence. Is the information scribbled in a hasty scrawl or typed out to avoid giving anything away? Do they mention his prior cases from the papers, and if so, which ones? Are the stamps perfectly organized, the product of a great time for leisure, or slapped on the envelope just before the mailman came?

This letter is no exception. Already, Benoit has a few ideas percolating in his brain even before he starts reading the message. This is a call to arms, to be certain. A murder. A weapon. Several innocents all in the line of fire. An inheritance, ready to fall into the wrong hands. Yes, this is a case for him without a doubt.

Benoit explains the situation to Y/N when she comes back from school in the evening. They discuss initial motives, then agree to respond back in a most reasonable fashion. The police investigations start Saturday, so they’ll arrive early in the morning in the hopes of reaching the family before too much has happened.

The car is studiously quiet on the drive over to the crime scene. A few times, Benoit or Y/N will attempt to bring up a casual source of conversation, but they always seem to lose their nerve before true discourse can occur. Something will happen to make them hesitate, and then the ball is dropped and they’re back to silence.

Benoit is grateful to see the address of the crime scene before long, sparing them from another few unsuccessful endeavors. Half an hour later, they’re so lost in the tangled threads of this particular mystery that they don’t have much time to trouble themselves over small things like whether or not this whole apprenticeship deal was worth it.

By Saturday evening, Benoit feels that he’s got a pretty good hold on the case itself. It seems to be your typical run-of-the-mill inheritance snatch. A primary character is established, the man who would receive the largest cut of a will. They’re then framed for murder, thus ensuring that the bounty will instead fall to the second-in-line, a brother-in-law who only married into the family in the hopes of collecting this sort of bloody check. Very satisfying.

Sunday morning rolls around. After a final late night check with Y/N to make sure their facts are in order, the pair feels ready to present their findings to the police and distraught family. Benoit, always excited at the possibility of an audience, leads with his theory and watches the brother-in-law’s face twist with horror as he realizes he’s been exposed.

All is going according to plan, or at least it has been until the brother-in-law stands up and announces that he isn’t going quietly. The money has already been transferred to his account, much of it withdrawn, and he can live off of it for quite some time. The murderer moves to flee, but when the police start to block his path, he does the unthinkable and grabs Y/N as a hostage.

Benoit has no choice but to watch as the murderer leaves the house, gun pressed to Y/N’s temple as a guarantee that he’s going to remain untroubled. Benoit has been involved in quite a few murder cases over his time, and is no stranger to danger, but this is something altogether different. He is terrified, plain and simple. Terrified that he’ll lose his crime-solving partner before even a year has passed. Terrified that he’ll never get that chance Phillip was talking about.

It occurs to him now that Benoit needs that chance more than anything. If he does not speak with Y/N about the fact that he wants them to be better friends, to rely on each other more than the stilted dynamic they have going on right now, he will carry that regret to his grave.

It is good, then, that Benoit and Y/N had factored in the fact that the murderer would try to run and planned accordingly. The brother-in-law’s car only makes it halfway down the street before the tires abruptly give out and the vehicle screeches to a stop. Y/N was evidently waiting for that moment, because they fling open the door and dive out without a second’s hesitation.

Benoit sprints to their side, pulling them away from the car and towards safety. The police surround the car, and after a few tense seconds the brother-in-law comes out with his hands raised. Benoit only starts to relax once the killer is in handcuffs and he knows for certain that the situation is in the hands of the law.

He turns to Y/N at last, checking for signs of damage. “Are you hurt?” He asks, frantic.

Y/N shakes their head. “No, I’m alright. Just startled, that’s all.”

“You’re a brave kid,” Benoit manages, “I don’t know that many people who would be this unruffled after being taken as a hostage. It speaks to your character. It also reminds me how affected I would be if something worse had happened. You’re not a stranger, Y/N, you’re a friend. I’d like for us to believe in that.”

Y/N starts to smile. “More than normal?”

“Far more than normal,” Benoit confirms, “millions of miles beyond that point. The best partnerships are based on trust. I trust you, Y/N.”

“I trust you,” they respond, “that’s why I was alright. I knew that no matter what happened, even if the tire thing didn’t work out, you’d look for me.”

“You didn’t need me, though,” Benoit argues, “you had the situation handled just fine. You were courageous all by yourself and I am quite impressed by that.”

Y/N shakes their head. “I could be brave because I knew you were there. I trust you.”

“Alright,” Benoit says at last, “we’re good, then.”

“We’re great,” Y/N confirms.

Benoit thinks that he’s going to have to talk to Phillip about this. The plan has gone quite well indeed.

part one requested by @starlit-epiphany, your ideas are very popular around here

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bonkwosher · 1 year

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Overall Masterlist

Knives Out/Glass Onion

Benoit Blanc ◾Drunk Benoit Blanc Headcanons ◾Being Benoit Blanc's Assistant Headcanons ◾Benoit Apologizes For Being A Bad Partner (Angst?) ◾Comforting Benoit Blanc After A Stressful Day (Angst?) ◾Benoit Reacts to Reader Getting Hurt

Wednesday

Eugene Ottinger (Platonic) ◾Being Eugene's First Friend/Defending Eugene Headcanons

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

Lalo Salamanca x Reader x Nacho Varga (Poly!!!!) ◾First Meeting Lalo & Nacho Headcanons ◾Drunk Lalo & Nacho Headcanons Series: ◾Enemy Within Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Gus Fring ◾Gus Fring Being Jealous/Possessive Headcanons

Pedro Pascal Characters

Joel Miller ~ The Last of Us ◾Tess is jealous/Being Bill & Frank's kid -> Joel loves you ◾Drunk!Joel Miller x GN!Reader Headcanons ◾ "More Than Friends" Joel Miller x GN!Reader ▪ Sarah finds out about your relationship (Pre-outbreak) ◾Jealous/Protective Joel Miller x GN!Reader

Resident Evil Franchise

Wesker ◾Wesker x Short!GN!Reader Headcanons ◾Wesker x GN!Reader w/ a High-Pitched Voice Headcanons

Leon Kennedy ◾Leon x GN!Reader w/ a High-Pitched Voice Headcanons

Jurassic Park/World

Alan Grant ◾Reader Gets Hurt at Isla Sorna (Jurassic Park 3) ◾Angry Alan Confesses Love to Best Friend!Reader (Jurassic Park) ◾Teacher!Alan Grant x Colleague!Reader

Random Assorted

Charles Boyle | Brooklyn Nine-Nine ◾"Full Boyle" Yandere!Charles Boyle x GN!Reader

Barry Berkman | Barry ◾Curious Series Part 1 |

Frank | Abigail ◾"Our Little Secret" Old Friends to Lovers

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bi-bard · 1 year

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Christmas Day - Benoit Blanc Imagine (Knives Out)

Title: Christmas Day

Pairing: Benoit Blanc X Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 621 words

Warning(s): not having family/friends

Summary: (Y/n) had started working with Benoit Blanc more and more. When he finds out that (Y/n) doesn't have anyone to visit for the holidays, he decides to reach out and try to make their holiday season a little bit better.

Author's Note: Happy Holidays! I am not one who usually writes Christmas stories, but I thought that this would be cute.

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I was never expecting to work with Benoit Blanc.

He was one of the best detectives in the world. He always seemed like a one-man team that may have been forced to work with others in certain situations. I didn't think that he had any interest in recruiting someone to work with him.

But after working one case with him, he started reaching out more and more.

Slowly, I started to feel like an actual partner. Like we both saw each other as equals.

Which probably wasn't close to true. He was pretty much my boss.

He was a nice guy. A little excitable when there was a mystery, but otherwise nice and honest. A good person.

I don't know how Benoit found out that I didn't have anyone to spend the holidays with. I'm sure that if I asked then I would get some long-winded explanation about how some small thing that I did or said.

I only found out that he knew when he asked me to join him on Christmas.

"What?" I replied, thinking that I must've misheard him.

"I want you to join Phillip and me for Christmas," Benoit repeated.

I was silent for a few moments before I finally got myself to shake my head. "No, no. I can't do that. I don't want to intrude-"

"Nonsense," he cut me off. "Phillip and I would be happy to have you."

I took a deep breath.

"I don't want you spending Christmas alone," he continued. "Please?"

I sighed. "Fine."

"Good," he grinned.

Christmas day, I found myself walking up to Benoit's place and knocking on the door.

"There they are," Benoit cheered as he pulled the door open. I chuckled at him.

He pulled me into a hug. I barely avoided hitting him in the back with the bag that I had brought for him and Phillip.

"Merry Christmas," he stepped back. I said the phrase back to him.

Phillip stepped around him and gave me a softer hug. "It's nice to see you, (Y/n)."

"Thank you for inviting me," I said. I held the bag out to him. "I brought a gift."

"Oh, you didn't need to do this."

"It's the least I could do," I waved him off.

"Well, it's good that you mentioned gifts," Benoit walked over to another part of the room, coming back with a wrapped gift. "Open it."

I chuckled before pulling the wrapping paper off.

It was a collection of pens. Nice pens. I traced my thumb over the case.

"You mentioned enjoying having good pens to take notes with," he explained. "There are the best that money can buy."

"You... You didn't have to-"

"Yes, I did."

"I can't accept-"

"You can and you will."

I stammered for a moment before looking down at them again.

After a few moments, I moved to hug Benoit again. He chuckled before hugging me back.

"Thank you," I muttered. "For everything. It's more than I deserve."

"That's not true," he mumbled back to me before stepping out of the hug. "Now, come on, Phillip is quite the entertaining cook."

"Only because Benoit burns everything that he touches," Phillip added.

I laughed before hopping onto the barstool next to the kitchen island.

The night was spent chatting, watching Phillip do most of the cooking, and eating.

They were both so kind to me. It didn't feel like I was a burden or that I was in the way. I felt like a part of the family. It was a new feeling for me, but I really enjoyed it. I could get used to feeling like that.

All I could hope was that I could somehow show them how much that meant to me.

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starryevermore · 1 year

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Hi. Could you write Benoit Blanc x gn reader (platonic). Like they are at the party and they see their friend's bf cheating, so they take him out to "talk" to him. Reader is trying not to punch him, but after he says something awful to reader Blanc punches him. Thank you.

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request: Hi. Could you write Benoit Blanc x gn reader (platonic). Like they are at the party and they see their friend's bf cheating, so they take him out to "talk" to him. Reader is trying not to punch him, but after he says something awful to reader Blanc punches him. Thank you. - anon

pairing: benoit blanc x gn!reader (platonic)

word count: 654

warnings?: not proofread

“I can’t believe that asshole,” you muttered to Blanc. “Doing this shit? In public? He’s fucking asking to get caught.”

Your friend—world’s greatest detective, Benoit Blanc—followed your gaze as he sipped his drink. “Folks like him never think they’re gonna get caught.”

“We need to do something.” You lifted your phone, snapping a picture of him as he leaned into some blonde, his lips so close that they were nearly locked together. You would probably need proof of this. Scumbags like him are all about that gaslighting bullshit. “Katie would want us to do something.”

Blanc looked at you, his brow arching. “I ain’t been in a dogfight in some time. I’m a bit rusty.”

You rolled your eyes, punching him in the arm. “I meant, like, talk to him or something. You know, you use that vaguely Southern charm of yours to lure him outside and we confront him. Tell him he’s a piece of shit and to leave Katie before we make his life miserable or something.”

“Vaguely Southern?” Blanc repeated.

“I can’t figure out if you’re, like, a British person putting on a Southern accent or if you’re from some really out of the way part of Georgia or Alabama. I don’t know. Sounds equal parts fake and believable.”

Blanc shook his head at you then turned back to the scumbag. “I’ll lure him out. I’ll meet you on the balcony with him in, say, five minutes?”

“The Benoit Blanc I know and love will have him out in less than two,” you teased. You set your drink down, deciding you no longer wanted to finish it, wanting some vague semblance of sobriety for what would happen next. You gave Blanc a pat on the back, then walked away.

True to his nature, Blanc had that piece of shit on the balcony in just under two minutes. The man stared at you with the best sneer he could muster. If you were being honest, it looked more like a dog took a shit under his nose than it did anything remotely intimidating. You arched a brow at him.

“You got a whole lotta nerve thinking you can do this shit in public and think no one’ll find out,” you said.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, that’s what this is about? Piss off.”

Your fingers curled into a fist. “Really? That’s what you’re gonna say? Not even gonna try to justify your actions?”

He shrugged. “Why should I? Maybe if your friend was more fun, I wouldn’t have to find pleasure elsewhere.”

Blanc took a step closer to you, watching you closely. He knew you well, knew you well enough to know the rage was simmering just below the surface. He knew you well enough to know you were seconds away from lashing out.

The scumbag stepped closer, too. His sneer shifted into a smirk, his disgusting eyes raking over you. “You know, if you’re ever looking for a good time—”

“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be a prude. Everyone knows that you love being passed around all of our friends—”

Your jaw dropped. Your mind raced as you tried to figure out the best, most efficient way to rip his ass apart when Blanc became a blur beside you. He surged forward, his fist connecting with the piece of shit’s stupid fucking face. The dumbass crumpled to the floor.

You glanced between the unconscious man and your friend. “…I thought it’s been a while since you were in a dogfight.”

Blanc’s mouth twitched into a smile. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping at the blood on his knuckles. “Wasn’t much of a dogfight, was it?”

“I suppose not.” You looked back at the dumbass, then started to walk off the balcony. “C’mon, we should probably go find Katie and tell her what’s up before he wakes up and starts spewing shit.”

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missuhmisery · 1 year

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♬♩♪♩ WHO I WRITE FOR ♩♪♩♬

/p indicates i will only write platonic for that character.

i will write x reader as well as cannon and non cannon ships with some exceptions.

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Knives Out -

Meg Thrombey, Marta Cabrera, Harlan Thrombey /p, Benoit Blanc /p (maybe romantic for a masc!reader), Jacob Thrombey, Miles Bron, Cassandra Brand, Helen Brand, Whiskey, Peg.

(might end up adding Ransom but i really hate him LOL)

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Baby Driver -

Baby (miles), Debora, Darling.

(open to adding more characters but no Doc whatsoever.)

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

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locke-writes · 2 years

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2021 Writing Summary

Wasn’t tagged but saw @lxncelot and @jammesbarnnes do this and wanted to do this because honestly I forgot what I posted this year.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to examine what they wrote/posted

Rules: Make a list of every fic you posted in 2021

January:

Before Your Eyes - Law & Order SVU - Mike Dodds x Reader

I Don’t Have A Legacy - Marvel - Bucky Barnes x Reader

February

Clear - Phantom of the Opera - Erik x Reader

Back to the Start - Stranger Things - Jim Hopper x Reader

March

Gathered - Marvel - Bruce Banner x Daughter!Reader

Empty - Criminal Minds - BAU Team x Reader

Planning - Lucifer - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

April

One Becomes All - Marvel - Steve Rogers x Reader

Second Chances - Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid x Unsub!Sibling!Reader

Healing Touch - Phantom of the Opera - Erik x Reader

I’ll Only Hurt You If You Let Me - Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons x Reader

Side By Side - Marvel - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Connected - Harry Potter - Fred Weasley x Reader

Reintroduction - Marvel - Stephen Strange x Reader

Who Remembers Your Name? - Marvel - Tony Stark x Reader

Under the Skin - Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Giles x Reader

May

To Break & To Repair - Criminal Minds - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

End Your Toil - Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons

Patchwork - Peaky Blinders - Tommy Shelby x Reader

A Reunion - The Martian - Mark Watney x Reader

Playing the Part - The Martian - Mark Watney x Reader

June

Changes - Harry Potter - Remus Lupin x Reader

Time Passes - Knives Out - Benoit Blanc x Reader

Follow You - Star Wars - Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Troublemaker - Harry Potter - Ginny Weasley x Reader (Platonic)

Gone Away - The Martian - Rich Purnell x Reader

Cut Me Loose - X-Men - Erik Lehnsherr

Before Dawn - Reservoir Dogs - Mr Blonde/Vic Vega

Companionship - Harry Potter - Neville Longbottom x Reader

Stillness of the Moment - Law & Order SVU - Mike Dodds x Reader

Fated - Marvel - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Letting Go - Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons x Reader

July

Mistakes - Peaky Blinders - Polly Gray x Reader

What Once We Were - Law & Order SVU - Nick Amaro x Male!Reader

From Afar - New Girl - Nick Miller x Reader

Hurt, Lost, Blinded Fool - Harry Potter - Sirius Black x Reader

Deadly Game - Hannibal - Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Memories Returned - What We Do In the Shadows - Nadja x Reader

Unwelcome Guests - Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons x Reader

August

Helping Hand - Harry Potter - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Obstacles - Marvel - Loki x Reader

Soul Bound - Fright Night - Jerry Dandridge x Reader

A Little Chaos in Life - Marvel - Tony Stark x Reader

Trusting - Sky High - Warren Peace x Reader

Planning & Plotting - Peaky Blinders - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Argumentative - House MD - Gregory House x Reader

Guidance - The Kingsman - Merlin x Reader

A Sense of Understanding - Law & Order SVU - Rafael Barba x Reader

True Companion - Reservoir Dogs - Mr Blonde/Vic Vega

September

For Love of Country. For Love of Man - Merlin - Arthur Pendragon x Reader

Racing Hearts - Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Spike x Reader

October

Hunger - Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Drusilla x Reader

Entwined & Enraptured - Prodigal Son - Martin Whitly x Reader

November

N/A

December

Needed - Marvel - Steve Rogers x Reader

#i don't remember writing more than half of these #like I wrote things this year??

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rebeldaydreams · 4 years

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Case Solved (Benoit Blanc x Reader)

words: 820

pairing: Benoit Blanc x Gender Neutral Assistant!Reader

summary: You and Benoit finally crack a tough case you’ve been working on for weeks, and you’re about ready to go home and sleep for a year. Fluff, Benoit being the Nicest Man Alive.

No actual link to the Knives Out plot! I wrote this as a platonic relationship but honestly it can be whatever you want it to be, go wild. FIRST BENOIT FIC LETS GOOOOO

It had been a long, long few weeks of equally long days and sleepless nights. You were relieved that Benoit had finally solved the case he’d been slaving over – that both of you had been slaving over – so that you could finally go home and sleep.

Right now, though, you were in Benoit’s office, sorting out the last of the paperwork for the case file and making sure everything was where it should be. Just as you were slotting the file into the cabinet against the back wall, Benoit appeared in the doorway.

“I coulda’ done that tomorrow, Y/N.” He said, sliding his hands into his pockets. You turned and smiled at the detective.

“It’s no trouble. Just wanted everything to be tied up, you know.” you said, punctuating the end of your sentence with an unusually big yawn.

“Jeeze…” you sighed, rubbing your tired eyes. “How are you even functioning right now? I feel like a zombie.”

He chuckled.

“Years of practice. C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home.” He said, grabbing his coat from the nearby hook.

“You don’t have to, I can grab a taxi-“ you said, but he interrupted before you could even finish the sentence.

“Nonsense. I’m happy to. Least I can do after how hard you’ve worked the past few weeks.” He said, and before you could argue he was helping you into your coat and ushering you out the door.

Benoit had one of those nice old vintage cars, the type where the front seat was like one long bench. It was surprisingly comfortable, and with the warmth from the heaters you found your eyes were growing heavy as you watched the streetlights zoom past. Sinatra was playing quietly through the radio, and Benoit was humming lowly with the song.

He’d barely been driving for 5 minutes when he felt something bump his arm and glanced down to see you fast asleep against him. He smiled, lifting his arm to rest more comfortably around your shoulders and returned his attention to the road.

A short while later he was pulling up outside your building and even as the car gently halted to a stop, you didn’t wake up. Benoit carefully removed his arm from around you so that he could get out of the car. He looked at you, sleeping soundly in his front seat, and debated waking you up, but you looked so peaceful that he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he gently reached his hand into your coat pocket to retrieve your keys before sliding his arms beneath you, proceeding to lift you out of the car.

Still, you didn’t stir.

Benoit pushed his car door closed with his foot and began the walk upstairs to your flat. Admittedly there was some skill involved in unlocking your front door with you still in his arms, but he managed it somehow.

He carried you to your bedroom and lay you down on your still unmade bed – not that that mattered now, of course. Carefully, so as not to wake you, he untied your shoes and pulled them off, placing them neatly at the foot of the bed.

As he pulled the covers up and tucked them gently around your shoulders, you finally stirred awake.

“…Ben-?” you had intended to say his full name but instead you mumbled half of it. He smiled.

“Get some sleep. You sure as hell deserve it.” He said.

You tried to say thank you to him, for driving you home, but it came out as a sleepy mumble instead. Good enough, you thought, before sleep overtook you once more. Just before you completely passed out, you registered the feeling of warm lips against your forehead.

“G’night, Y/N.”

You woke up just before 12pm the following day, and for a moment you panicked that you’d overslept until you remembered that the case was finished, and Benoit had given you the week off to recover from the stressful past few weeks.

You sighed in relief and sunk back against your pillows. Suddenly, you realised you were still fully dressed, and didn’t actually remember going to bed the previous evening. You frowned, staring up at your ceiling. You remembered getting into Benoit’s car…and that was it. Had you really been that tired that you didn’t even remember going to bed? That was new.

You rolled over onto your side and grabbed your phone from the side table, flicking it on. You had a fair amount of messages – mostly group chats which you swiped away without reading. Then there was a buzz as a new message came through.

“Morning. Sleep well?

Lunch on me, if you fancy it 🥡

-B”

A grin encompassed your features and you quickly typed out a reply.

“Sounds good. See you in an hour?”

A reply came through mere seconds later.

“🕵️‍👍”

You really regretted teaching him how to use emojis.

#benoit blanc x reader #benoit blanc x you #benoit blanc imagine #benoit blanc #knives out #knives out imagine #my fics #:)#i hope this doesn't suck LOL

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simmonsofshield · 4 years

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Broken, Mended

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Summary: After breaking off an engagement, Y/N may have possibly hit rock bottom. But she doesn’t have time to think about it because she gets deployed to Iraq. Leaving their daughter with her friend, Sam Wilson, she’s gone for a year. She doesn’t like talking about her ex-fiance and is unsure if she’ll ever be able to love again. What happens a certain Captain is his literal doppleganger?

Words: 1700+

Warnings: mentions of murder? it’s knives out, yall.

A/N: Y/N was engaged to Ransom. Spoilers for Knives Out in this first part. This is for @ussgallifreyfics 550 follower writing challenge! Congrats! And you’re already over 700? Way to go!! I chose the prompts home and roses. Takes place during Civil War.

tag list is open

Flashback Y/N sits in one of the many ornate chairs in the livingroom, tears streaming down her face. Joni tries to comfort her while Linda holds her now 3 year old, Rosemary. Ransom runs after her trying to stutter out an excuse, not that he could. Detective Benoit Blanc and Marta both figured out it was him who killed Harlan, there was nothing that he could do that would get her to forgive him.

“Y/N, baby, please just listen to me.”

“No, Hugh. This-This is-ugh! How could you do something like this when we have a child? Linda, would you-” Linda nods and walks out of the room with Rosemary still in her arms. Y/N continues, “How am I supposed to explain to her that Daddy’s in jail and never going to see him again?”

He gives her an exasperated look that said ‘you’re ridiculous,’ “Never? Babe, come on. I’m going to get the best lawyers on my case and I’ll probably get no jail time. I’ll be in and out of court in a matter of days.”

“You literally killed your grandfather, Hugh.”

“Don’t call me Hugh. Only the help calls me that.”

“The help? Are you serious? God, were you always this insufferable and I just didn’t see it? After all this you don’t deserve to be called Ransom. And you know, I love your whole family. They’ve been great helping you with Rosemary while I’ve been gone. Your mother I can clearly tell has enjoyed all the grandma time...”

He speaks through clenched teeth, “What are you saying?”

Y/N begins to take the beautiful ring that has been on her finger or around her neck for the last three years. “I’m saying that it’s over, Hugh.”

She takes it fully off and walks over to him, setting it on the entryway table beside him. Now in cuffs, he just stares at it and back at her. She can tell he’s upset, maybe a little heartbroken, but not a single tear falls from his face. Noticing this just breaks her more. She backs away as tears begin welling up in her eyes.

“I really did love you.”

And with that the cops take him out and put him in the back of their car.

The family has their own drama now having to deal with Harlan giving literally everything to Marta and nothing to them. In that sense, Y/N is relieved to not be tied to them anymore. Though she is still going to miss them.

She picks up her phone and calls one of the only people she would at a time like this. “Hello?” “Sergeant. How are you on this fine day?” “Better now that I’m talking to one of my favorite people.” She can hear the smile on his face. “How are you, Y/N?” “Fine, Sammy.” He knows what she really means when the nickname is used. “Y/N, what happened? Do you need me to pick you up?” “No. It’s okay, I have a car. Is that spare room still open though?” “Always for you.” A sad smile appears on her face. “Rosemary and I may need it for a few days.” “When will you be here?” “Later tonight. I’ll text when I’m close.” “Okay, see you then.” “Bye, Sammy. Thanks.” And with that she hangs up.

“Mama?”

She wipes away any remaining tears and turns with the best smile she can muster, looking down at the light of her life. “Yes, flower?”

“Who were you talking to?”

“An old army buddy. Do you remember Sam? You met him about a year and a half ago.”

“Mm-mm.” she shakes her little head.

“That’s okay. Would you like to meet him again?”

“Is he in Afstan?”

“Afghanistan?” Y/N chuckles, “No, he’s in DC. Just a car ride away.”

“Then yes! I want to remember him.”

“Okay! Well, there’s no time like the present, so why don’t we pack up our things and put them in the car?”

“What about Gramma, and daddy, and Marta, and Megan, and-”

She cuts off her daughter, “Whoa there. There’s a lot going on right now after Paba went to heaven. They have a lot to work out. We can help them by going on vacation to see Sam.”

That seems to satisfy the 3 year old. She runs up the stairs to her room to begin packing, “Okay! Let’s go then!”

Present day Three. That’s how many tours Y/N has been on now. Not that she doesn’t like it. She loves serving her country. But, it’s just too much time away from her daughter. Years she’s missed out on her daughter growing up. She explains as good as she can and hopes that her daughter understands. Mommy leaving a year at a time and having to stay with Uncle Sam is a lot for a toddler’s mind to take in, however.

Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N stretches as good as she can in the cramped plane seating. She opens the small shade and looks out the plane window. Water, but she has a feeling they’re close. She slept for a while. Not a moment later, the flight attendant’s voice comes over the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our descent into Virginia, Washington Dulles International Airport. We should land at approximately 5:50pm, which is just under an hour from now. Please turn off any electronics and stay seated and buckled up until we land and the seatbelt sign is turned off. Thank you for flying United and we welcome you to America and our Nation’s capital.”

The next hour is filled with nervous excitement as Y/N thinks about finally being home and seeing her Rosemary again. It had been a long, hard year in Iraq and she was ready to relax and have a fun summer with her and Sam.

They land and everyone files off the plane. As she walks through the airport, she gets a few salutes and ‘thanks for your service.’ She just smiles back as she looks for something to eat. After doing so, she beelines for baggage claim. Coming down the escalator, she sees many posters welcoming family members and other soldiers home. It doesn’t take long for her to find the one made for her. Bright blonde curls are holding it as best she can above her head and it makes Y/N laugh. It says Welcome Home Mommy! in gold glitter on bright pink paper. Not hard to miss. Little arms quickly bring it down as she trades the poster for what Sam was holding before running over to her.

Y/N crouches down, arms out as her little one barrels into her. Happy tears run down both their faces.

“Mommy, mommy, look!” she hands the flowers over so she can wipe her face. “They’re called roses. Aren’t they pretty?”

“They're beautiful, baby.”

“They have my name in it!”

She laughs, “They sure do.”

She stands up, carrying the bouquet in one hand, holding her daughter’s hand with the other as they walk to Sam. “Got anything for me?”

“Uh, no.”

She takes a sharp inhale, “Gotta step up your game, Wilson. You’re getting beat out by a four year old.”

He hangs his head in mock defeat but quickly brings it back up with his signature gap-toothed grin. She knocks shoulders with him as they continue their walk to baggage claim.

“So how has this year been with Sam, little one?” Y/N asks as they drive back to his place. “Was it so much fun?”

“Yeah! Did you know I turned four while you were gone?”

Y/N gasped, “No! I thought you looked taller.”

“Yeah! And on my birthday, Uncle Sam let my bestest best friends come to his house.”

“Ooh, I bet that was fun.” She side-eyes Sam who is smiling but shaking his head. She assumes having a bunch of kindergarteners is his house was not something he expected to ever happen.

“It was amazing!”

“How’s kindergarten going?”

“Good.” she answers with a shrug, “we’re learning letters and colors and shapes and how to count to a hundred.”

“Wow. You’re going to be smarter than me someday.”

She looks at her daughter in the rearview mirror who is just smiling. Only a few minutes pass before she’s out in her carseat. As if he was waiting for this moment, Sam speaks, “So, how was it?”

Y/N shrugs, “The usual, I guess. Nothing to report.”

“Okay.” he nods slightly “Can we talk about the other thing then?”

Y/N sighs, “Now?” she asks, trying to avoid the upcoming conversation.

“When else, Y/N? You avoid it by spending most of your time with Ro, and at night you don’t want to because you’re ‘too tired.’”

“I was just on a really long flight, Sam-”

“No. I don’t want to demand it out of you but don’t you think you owe me an explanation? I opened my house to you for five months, then I had to spend a year with your daughter and everyone thinking she’s mine, and having to explain that ‘no, mom’s in the army and i’m just looking after her.’”

“And you think that me telling you what happened in Boston is going to make your life easier? Sorry to be such an inconvenience.” Y/N asks, defensively.

He takes a deep breath, “You’re not. I’m sorry. It’s just, I let it go when you showed up because whatever happened was fresh. But then time kept going by and I thought you would bring it up on your own and you never did.”

She lets out the breath she’d been holding and nods slowly, “Yeah, well it was a lot to process. I’m going to give you the short version because that’s all I have the energy for right now.”

“I’ll take whatever you give me.”

She closes her eyes and takes another breath, “I’m sure you figured it out but I broke off the engagement with Ransom.”

“I did notice a lack of a ring when you first came. It must’ve been bad huh? You did love the guy.”

“Really bad.”

And he accepts that for now.

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heliads · 2 years

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I was just thinking of sort of a father-child dynamic? Like, he finds the gender-neutral Reader because they're a suspect in one of his murder cases (not the Thrombey case from the movie), and realizes that they're super smart and would make an amazing detective, but he finds out they don't have a home and decides to make them his ward-slash-apprentice? I dunno if you'd actually want to write that, but it's an idea I've had for a while and God knows your writing is ten times better than mine. 😅

i have an obsession with knives out

masterlist / part two

Benoit Blanc does not know how this is going to go down. He has his inklings, of course, a few thoughts and ideas scattered here and there like forgotten Easter Eggs the day after a hunt, but nothing certain yet. His brightly colored plastic pieces of leads have yet to guide him to anything truly worthwhile.

That’s his favorite part of the entire process, if Benoit were feeling glib enough to put a name to it. Usually, he at least pretends to be somewhat unbiased. Too many investigators these days are in it for the money or fame. Not him, he claims. Of course, it’s not entirely certain that anyone will believe him, but the fact remains.

No, if Benoit were in this line of work for anything, he’d have to say that it would be for the story. You can’t make this sort of stuff up anywhere, not in the most fantastic thrillers. No trade paperback could even dare to dream up the stories Benoit has seen. You could shell out a million bucks on dime a dozen fictions and still not even scratch the surface of all that Benoit has discovered by way of odd jobs and borrowed reports.

That isn’t to say that Benoit is against the novel, of course. They certainly have their role in his life, sure as any other person or thing that happens to stumble into his path. Sometimes he thinks that he might have a little fun writing up a book or two based on his own experiences. Most of it would be classified, of course, but certainly he could ad lib enough to hook in a reader or two.

This isn’t the point, of course. Perhaps that’s as good a sign as any that Benoit’s attempts at literary handicrafts would end in less than mediocre sales. His habits of running headlong from one tangent to the next, often barely connected in topic at all, could scare away even the most fervent readers. He’s had deputies tell him that much more than a few times, and even those less comfortable with chastising their coworkers settle for some raised eyebrows when the moment suits them best.

Ah, so well then. No novels for him. Not even a particularly lengthy memo if he’s in the mood for sparing the nearest police department from his musings. In the end, though, Benoit doesn’t necessarily need an audience, although he can’t deny that a good reception certainly lends itself to a good time whenever he can get a hold of one.

For example, right now he’s got a case that’s shaping up nicely in terms of a final deliverance of a verdict. Benoit isn’t judge, jury, and executioner, of course, no matter what dots he connects the end decision will be made by someone other than him, but that doesn’t seem to stop everyone tied to a given case from flocking around him like his word is gold.

One of these multitudes in particular has been catching his eye for a while. Among the usual number of jilted in-laws and disgruntled passersby who’ve all been corralled into the scene of his latest crime, Benoit cannot help but notice someone who’s been standing on the outskirts of it all. This case is as far from insipid as any other, people cannot help but get themselves involved. Still, one witness seems immune to the waves of melodrama and perilous lies that seem to catch at the sleeves of everyone else here.

He has a problem with being interested in the wrong details. Technically, Benoit should be more invested in the fact that he is here to investigate the death of a wealthy family matriarch, not some kid on the fringe of the whole ordeal, yet the roles are flipped regardless in his head.

Besides, it’s not like anyone truly needs to worry. Benoit is already twenty percent sure that the killer was the gardener, there were muddy footprints out in the mansion gazebo that look eerily similar to work boots. The mother of a prestigious family had ended up dead one night, drowned in an over chlorinated pool that removed all traces of DNA for the police to investigate. Although the gardener claimed to have been off work that day and thus unable to commit the crime, the prints exist nonetheless.

Also, it makes no sense for the newly hired gardener to be so committed to his craft that they would be given the keys to the house within a day of submitting an application, yet have not a single callus on their hands. Benoit suspects the gardener to be a plant, likely at the wishes of a disgruntled uncle. Motives are still unclear as of yet, but he has a feeling that explanations will come up if he just pulls at the right string.

In the meantime, as Benoit waits for the house of cards that’s been so precariously built to come tumbling down at last, he peruses the finer details in the whole fiasco. There’s a kid mixed up in all of this, a neighbor down the block who refuses to supply the police with an address or phone number to call. They’re caught up in all of this because they spent time with the murdered matriarch almost on a daily basis. Reports have come in from multiple members of the family of always seeing the kid there whenever they went to visit the mansion.

It’s got Benoit confused, to say the least. He’s seen nurses frequenting the houses of lonely millionaires before, or greedy grandchildren hoping to score a few extra points by hanging around their soon-to-die relatives, but this is something different. There’s no blood connection between this kid and the victim, and so far as he can tell, they weren’t getting any money, either. No job, no expectations, just a home lent out like a library book, free of charge.

It makes no sense. All actions must have an explanation, yet he’s still waiting on this one. The kid is frustratingly hard to track down as well, and Benoit is forced to go about his days simply hoping that they’ll show up and he’ll have enough time to question them before his attention is pulled in another direction.

He gets his chance soon enough. The kid drops by in the morning out of necessity, and although they don’t seem like they’re going to be staying too long, Benoit still manages to snag them before they slip away.

“I’m going to take a lap around the grounds of the house,” he says as casually as he can, “I hear you’re here frequently, I wouldn’t mind a guide. If you’re willing, of course. I would hate to intrude on your personal time.”

The kid– Y/N L/N, he remembers reading in a brief police report that didn’t have much other information– stares at him for a moment, then nods at last. “Sure. I don’t have much else to do anyway.”

Sensing an opening, or perhaps an intentional lack thereof, Benoit presses on as they turn towards the gardens. “What do you mean? I would have thought that somebody your age would be in school. I know you’re required to be here for the proceedings of the investigation, but surely you would have to get to class at some point.”

Y/N shrugs their shoulders. “I mean, yeah, but school doesn’t start for another hour or so. Beside, I figure a murder mystery is somewhat more interesting than high school, yeah?”

Benoit chuckles. “I can’t say I disagree. That being said, you could be involved in more such mysteries if you finished your education. You have to give yourself all the tools possible if you wish to use them, you know? No good comes in building a house if you’ve only got a hammer and nails. It takes much more than that to make something worthwhile.”

Y/N gives him a sideways look. “Is this your way of saying that I’ve got a screw loose for thinking about skipping world history?”

Benoit snorts. “That would be something. Ha! Not intentional, I guarantee you. I have long since learned that it is best to avoid alienating potential suspects.”

Y/N folds their arms across their chest. “You think I did it, then? Am I a primary suspect?”

“Not in the slightest,” he chuckles, “If you did, you’d be a little more alarmed about me singling you out rather than just being afraid that I’d catch you for not having anywhere else to go after this.”

When Y/N’s steps freeze, Benoit knows his shot in the dark has landed, bulls eye and all.

He continues, sensing an advantage. “That is correct, is it not? The deceased gave you a key to her house because it was the best place for you to be when you weren’t at school. She never knew the full depth of it, of course, but she didn’t ask questions. That’s why you stayed.”

“That, and the conversation,” Y/N says through a forced grin. They sigh and give in at last. “Yes, it’s true. Mrs. Gillespie was kind to me. Kinder than I deserved. She didn’t know everything but she knew enough. Once she made it clear that I wasn’t intruding on her hospitality by coming over all the time, it became a habit.”

“And what are you going to do now that staying at the Gillespie residence is no longer an option?” Benoit asks carefully.

When Y/N is silent, he gets the feeling that he knows the answer. Through some situation or another, there is no secondary location lined up. That’s why Y/N has been coming to the crime scene alongside the other members of the family even though it’s clear that they’re not a real suspect. They simply have no other place to go.

It’s clear that the kid is uncomfortable, so Benoit switches the topic towards a discussion of the grounds. Evidently glad for safer subjects, Y/N loses a bit of their guarded edge, and soon enough begins to rattle off details of the mansion and its surrounding land that Benoit didn’t even know after in depth Googling. It is obvious that they have spent a good bit of time wandering the area, especially in the company of the late matriarch.

It is useful information, but Benoit can’t help turning his focus back to what had been said in the very beginning. Even after the case turns its last pages and settles into the storage of his memory, Benoit doesn’t think that he’ll be able to let this one go so easily. Once the handcuffs are snapped onto the wrists of the murderer, there’s still one soul mixed up in this that won’t have such a happy ending. Sometimes justice isn’t just catching killers, it’s making sure that those who are hurt by a crime receive what they deserve. That includes Y/N.

He isn’t sure how they’ll take it when he makes his offer. Benoit pulls Y/N aside on the final day of the investigation. Everyone is just there on protocol to wrap things up, but he needs to talk to them more than anyone else.

“Listen,” he says in the shadow of a quiet room, “I was thinking about what you said earlier. Our conversation on the grounds, that is.”

Judging by the shift in Y/N’s expression, they know exactly what he’s talking about. “What do you mean?”

“I’d like to extend a similar invitation as Mrs. Gillespie,” Benoit explains, “A ward of sorts, I think it could be best summed up.”

Y/N shakes their head quickly. “I don’t want your pity.”

“This isn’t pity,” Benoit promises, “I’ve been watching you just as closely as our red herrings and killers, you know. I’m fairly sure that you figured out this whole case even before I did. Instincts like yours don’t come around all that often. Maybe you won’t be interested in my sort of murder mysteries in five years, or even two, but I’d like your insights while you’re still invested.”

Y/N stays silent for a moment, and just when he’s starting to think that the whole thing will be for naught, they dare to speak again. “You’re sure?”

“Positive,” Benoit declares, and at last a slow smile breaks across Y/N’s face.

“Alright, then,” they say, “I think I’d like that a lot. You know, I never thought much about actually becoming a detective. Usually my investigative exploits were limited to books, you know? Encyclopedia Brown and all that.”

“Let’s make it real, then,” Benoit offers, “I happen to know a few cases in need of solving over the next few months.”

He solemnly extends a hand, and after a second, Y/N shakes it, their face just as serene. They break eventually, twin smiles crashing through even the most severe of expressions. Just like that, Benoit has a feeling that his investigations are going to be all the better. Sometimes all it takes is a fresh pair of eyes on a case that’s haunted you for a while. The problems to come his way, the challenges to be set before him, they will still be just as difficult as before, if not more so. It’s a good thing, though, that he’s got an apprentice by his side to help him sort things out.

Yes, he has a feeling that they’re going to do just fine.

requested by @starlit-epiphany, i hope you enjoy!

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bonkwosher · 1 year

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What Characters I Will Write For

Heyo, I'm new as hell to Tumblr but I have been writing on Wattpad for years. Decided I might as well post on here considering how much I read here. If this post is weirdly formatted I'm sorry, I'm trying!

All X GN!Reader, I don't particularly like writing ships

Jurassic Park/World

Ian Malcolm ~ Jurassic Park/Lost World/Dominion

Nick Van Own ~ Jurassic Park Lost World

Franklin Web ~ Jurassic World Fallen Kingdom/Dominion

Alan Grant ~ Jurassic Park/3/Dominion

Wednesday/Addams Family (1991/1993)

Rowan Laslow ~ Wednesday

Eugene Ottinger (Platonic) ~ Wednesday

Gomez Addams & Morticia Addams (Poly) ~ 1991/1993 Addams Family

Young!Gomez & Young!Morticia (Poly) [If you insist] ~ Wednesday

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

Gustavo Fring ~ BB & BCS

Jesse Pinkman ~ BB & BCS

Badger ~ BB

Lalo Salamanca ~ BCS

Nacho Varga ~ BCS

Lalo Salamanca & Nacho Varga (Poly) ~ BCS

Domingo ~BB & BCS

Howard Hamlin ~ BCS

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke

Rufus Whedon

Duncan Locke

Bode Locke (Platonic)

Scot Cavendish

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Captain Raymond Holt

Jake Peralta

Rosa Diaz

Charles Boyle

Terry Jeffords

Pedro Pascal Characters (As I watch more of his content)

Agent Whiskey ~ The Kingsman: Golden Circle

Joel Miller ~ The Last Of Us (Show)

Javier Peña ~ Narcos

Oberyn Martell ~ Game of Thrones

Dan Stevens Characters (As I watch more of his content)

David Collins ~ The Guest

Travis "Trapper" Beasley ~ Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire

Frank ~ Abigail

Assorted Random People (Usually bc it's one from each fandom)

Stu Macher ~ Scream

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis (Poly) ~ Scream

Dewey Riley ~ Scream/2/3/4/5

Benoit Blanc ~ Knives Out/Glass Onion

Ryan Ezahler & Dylan Lenivy (Poly) ~ The Quarry

Travis Hacket ~ The Quarry

Vander ~ Arcane

Albert Wesker ~ Resident Evil

Philly Bárzaga ~ Far Cry 6

Captain Cold/Leonard Snart (Wentworth Miller) ~ The Flash/DC Legends)

Barry Berkman ~ Barry

Peter ~ Abigail

Sierra Six & Lloyd Hansen (Poly) ~ The Gray Man

Other Characters!

Feel free to request others (Especially if they are in fandoms I already write about)! I might do them, it really depends on the character. Don't be afraid to ask whether they're on the list or off!

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heliads · 1 year

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Hey

Can I ask how many fics do you have lined up? And what are they? I'm not sure if I should request cause I don't want to overwhelm you.

great question! i currently have 45 fics in the queue and they are as follows:

rooster x reader (enemies to lovers)

genya safin x male!reader (reader is a squaller, is tortured by the darkling instead of genya during siege and storm)

platonic benoit blanc x reader (part two of existing fic, benoit discovers fatherhood)

tom!peter parker x reader (reader forgets peter, one sided enemies to lovers)

thomas x reader (reader is happy in the maze but not in the scorch)

tom!peter x male!reader (reader undoes strange's spell on his memories)

theo raeken x hale!reader (hales are overprotective)

four x reader (reader is struggling in dauntless, four helps)

kaz brekker x reader (based on the song 'later never comes')

minho x reader (there is a pond in the deadheads, reader + minho swim + confess)

luke castellan x reader (reader is percy's older sibling and only claimed bc of percy, doesn't like that)

tewkesbury x reader (reader is a matchstick girl)

3am chapter 1: didn't see the news (nikolai modern au continued)

kaz brekker x reader (soulmates au)

3am chapter 2: all over now (nikolai modern au continued)

newt x reader (reader is dating newt, the other gladers question him about it)

3am chapter 3: my hand was the one you reached for (nikolai modern au)

nikolai lantsov x reader (nikolai and reader fall in love with each other but fell in love when they were both pirates tailored to look differently)

3am chapter 4: if you don't recognize yourself, that means you did it right (nikolai modern au)

tewkesbury x reader (childhood best friends to lovers)

3am chapter 5: the system's breaking down (nikolai modern au)

tom!peter parker x reader (peter thinks he and reader are dating, reader is oblivious and doesn't realize it)

3am chapter 6: i miss who i used to be (nikolai modern au)

nikolai lantsov x reader (marriage of convenience)

3am chapter 7: the slowest way is never loving them enough (nikolai modern au)

bones x reader (star trek royalty/bodyguard au)

andrew!peter parker x reader (reader is a telepath and knows peter is crushing on them but peter won't say anything)

prince caspian x reader (rivals to lovers)

tom!peter parker x reader (reader makes the active choice to not forget him)

peter hayes x reader (i hate everyone but you trope)

tom!peter parker x male!reader (dating headcanons, reader has powers)

kai parker x male!reader (power couple)

andrew!peter x male!reader (combined requests reader is smart but busy and their time commitment issues cause them to break up + peter has an outburst bc reader keeps cancelling dates for work)

four x reader (reader is afraid of needles)

scott mccall x male!reader (scott has a savior complex and reader confronts him about it)

tom!peter parker x male!reader (reader puts himself into danger to protect peter)

stiles stilinski x male!reader (stiles puts himself into danger even though he can't heal, which annoys reader)

pierre gasly x reader (reader is very focused on driving and pierre is pierre, he is dared to get reader to fall in love with him, trouble ensues)

andrew!peter parker x male!reader (reader can manipulate reality, peter has doubts about what is real)

lydia martin x reader (reader is smart, enemies/rivals to lovers)

jason grace x reader (reader is a daughter of hecate, they're all on the argo 2)

tony stark x reader (dating tony headcanons)

kaz brekker x reader (reader was childhood friends w nikolai but was kidnapped and saved by the crows, fell in love with kaz)

finnick odair x reader (dating finnick headcanons)

tony stark x reader (soulmate au)

#i only have a few spots left in the queue before the requests close so at this point send whatever #not writing

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