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veryrealimagination · 5 months

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Comfortember Day 16 - Coffee/Tea Break

Watts brought out the new tin he found at the little Chinese store he went to the previous day. It was a calm day in the Station House, and all of his paperwork was done. It was. He did it this time. No new cases, however, and he at least had to stay until early afternoon before heading home to a delightful book waiting for him. So, he decided on trying his new acquisition.

His little teapot, enough for two servings, was brought out and he made sure that he didn’t leave old tea leaves to molder. Good, he emptied it this time. He put in a decent amount of this type and went to the small stove to heat up water.

“What is your find this time?” a voice asked. He quickly peeked to see Murdoch coming up behind him. The man had been having the same problems with no cases and complete paperwork. Although his inventing had gone up with the break from police work. To the annoyance of Inspector Brackenreid.

“Tightly rolled green tea leaves. I watched them blossom the last time I received dim sum,” he said. “I enjoyed it even as it cooled. There’s a mixture that they also served, but the second herb irritated my throat.” The older man raised an eyebrow in interest. He opened the tin and showed the leaves. With the water boiled for the right amount of minutes, he allowed it to cool for five. Then, he poured it over them. The two enjoyed seeing the leaves expand in the heated water.

“What was served with this tea?” Murdoch inquired. Watts, from previous knowledge, knew that the man wanted to try a sip of the tea. He also was now more willing to try new foods and items if his wife or someone else he trusted gave him recommendations. The fact that Llewellyn was someone he trusted held a closely guarded wave of warmth within his heart.

He had heard about Eva Pierce. When he had poured out the wine for him to taste test, he had no idea that it had been a major step for Murdoch to trust him as such. Perhaps, as he had been also tasting things alongside him.

Watts tried to have no desire to overthink it.

Carefully carrying things, he sat across from Murdoch, pouring out the tea into two separate cups. “My savory selection was a smoked fish and vegetables mixed with cream cheese of all things placed in a dumpling before being pan-fried. My sweet was fruit mixed with cream cheese.”

That sounded different. “Cream cheese and fish?” Murdoch questioned, raising his cup, “How peculiar. Could you tell the type?” The first sip was a little too hot still, but he did taste a deepness that he normally connected to black teas.

He shook his head. “No distinct flavor. It did work incredibly well. The texture of the fish was wound into the cream cheese, and there was a bit of bite still left in the vegetables. The fruit was wonderfully sweet.” Watts took a larger drink, wincing as he forgot about the heat. Murdoch watched in slight amusement. “I don’t know the name of the type of filling, but it would be something I would enjoy again. Possibly with a light wine instead of the tea.”

The older man did not roll his eyes. “A larger selection of items and a larger pot of tea would be good as a dinner party,” he mentioned. Watts perked up. He did enjoy the Murdoch-Ogden parties. The two kept sipping at the tea. Watts eyed the new invention and was planning on poking it a fair bit, making Murdoch explain its function and how breakable it was.

Instead, George walked in, ready for action. “Oh, sirs, it’s perfect that the two of you are together.”

“What have you, George?” Murdoch inquired.

“A triple murder,” he informed, “In the middle of the political office of Samuel Danvers.”

The two men looked at each other. Both had reasoning to not want to deal with political problems at the current point in time. They both finished their tea and followed George out.

#murdoch mysteries #comfortember2023 #comfortember 2023 #william murdoch #llewellyn watts #coffee or tea break

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thegreenleavesofspring · 5 months

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Birdie has been trying to quit.

#Comfortember 2023 #Comfortember2023 #Day 21 #Prompt: Relapse #Sons of the Star #Max Way #Birdie Way #Cigarettes

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sylvanfreckles · 5 months

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Day Twenty-Six: Friends

“He’s been a little run down the last few days,” Marinette said in a low voice. “We probably shouldn’t have gone out in the rain.”

#comfortember #comfortember2023 #day 26 #friends #miraculous ladybug #fic #sick character #sick adrien agreste #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #gamera gets no respect #even though he's a friend to children everywhere

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veryrealimagination · 6 months

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Comfortember Day 9 - Aftermath

William immediately headed to the room that had been prepared before any of them came in. Terrence Meyers and his father made sure that a safe house was prepped and cleaned before transferring his people, James Pendrick, and Llewellyn from the small hospital.

Julia, thankfully, hadn’t lost her license straight out. The tape with her confession on having to operate on Llewellyn as the only doctor able to at the moment had been sent to the board. They were debating on possible punishments, or even if she deserved them. Now, she had taken up residence in the room shared by the worst of the injured. James, who remembered underneath rubble, had slowly been regaining his modern memories as he dealt with the past ones. His shoulder was once again, dislocated. At least with modern rehab techniques, it wouldn’t end up like it had in the previous life.

There was a doctor and nurse pair sent from the intelligence agency, vetted by Meyers and Harry before being allowed to step in and work on the four. Henry was propped up with a computer and offsite access to the intelligence information, barely waiting until the concussion was gone before diving into the investigation as best as he could. George was recuperating from the broken arm and an infection that he managed to get from the exposed bone marrow. The two were bickering and talking while they waited for the worst to pass through George and he could be up adding to research again.

Llewellyn had only woken up twice since his massive surgery, which worried the maternal part of Julia but not her medical background. Impaled through the lung, massive loss of blood, right arm had multiple breaks and his left has restricted blood flow for hours, one leg broken and the other with a jagged, deep laceration. It wasn’t a surprise that he wasn’t more awake, although that meant he was on an IV drip and had nothing to eat for a few days. He wouldn’t be moving for at least half a year, and she believed he wouldn’t be halfway to his old physical self for over a year.

Once he could stay awake, he would go insane.

Julia had taken over a couch. After the first two days of resting and eating from her intense work, she was just watching over her son while talking with James. She didn’t want to leave him until he was able to keep a cohesive thought and stay awake for more than an hour.

Murdoch had been going out with Meyers and Harry, working the bombing just the same as any case back in Toronto. Evidence was being processed steadily, although it was hard getting to the shrapnel and possible fragments left. The people working there were slowly being interviewed for what they saw, knew about Pendrick, and everything surrounding him. It was long, taking the better part of two hours.

There was also a fair bit to go through. Thankfully, there was already a table when he made his way to the room. He laid down the files and lightly kissed Julia before sitting down himself. “There’s going to be dinner delivered in an hour. Harry’s bringing pizza.”

Julia nodded, settling herself down on his side. “A good change from the canned soups Meyers brought and dropped off. The kitchen isn’t the greatest for cooking anything.”

He knew that well enough. The microwave died out when he started using that, and the stove was barely functional. There was a lighter sitting next to it to ignite gas when they turned the knobs. “Hopefully, it’ll be filling. Doing investigations into a terrorist act with Meyers hanging over my head is a lot more exhausting than it was previously.”

She huffed. “I know they’ve had issues with getting money, but a microwave can’t cost that much.”

“What is it, like, a hundred dollars?” a tired voice mocked. James was awake, and starting to listen in on the couple.

Murdoch nodded, somewhat understanding the reference. “One of the first ones I ever took apart was about that much. Mary screamed when she saw I had taken apart the one they were planning on sending to the trash. She and Caleb had to warn me about the dangers of unplugged microwaves.” Julia smacked him. Of course, he would do something dangerous like that.

“It was the first family one. Dad was so angry at me tearing that apart,” James admitted.

“At least you never,” a tired voice started. Julia snapped her head around when she saw Llewellyn looking over, “Had to deal with that from me.”

“Llewellyn,” she said, standing up and going over to the bed.

His smile was weak. “Just fingerpainted on Grandpa’s canvases.” William joined Julia by her side, gently pressing the back of his hand to an uncovered part of his arm. He hadn’t seen him awake at all since finding him in the rubble.

She threaded through his hair. “Those were pretty pennies to replace. Although he told me that one of those paintings sold well enough that he almost wanted to let you keep doing it.” He smiled, then grimaced at something sending a sharp pain through him. “Where?”

“S-side,” he whispered, closing his eyes when another sharp pain went through.

“Do you want a hit?”

He shook his head. “No. Don’t like fuzzy.” Julia frowned, as she didn’t like watching him be in pain. “I’ll ignore it,” he breathed, “Like I do the ‘artbreak.”

“You didn’t ignore that, you stole two bottles of wine while she was out doing interviews,” William ratted out.

“Hey,” he protested. There was a promise weaseled out of him to never tell Julia about what he did after being dumped by Jack.

“Llewellyn,” she hissed. Honestly, she already had a thought that something had happened the two weeks she had to go cross country promoting her new work. Coming home and feeling a change in the status quo between William, Dad, and Llewellyn, she carefully watched them for two weeks. Never quite picked it up, but now knowing there were two bottles that he must have drunk after Jack made her wonder about the time.

“I, replaced them!”

“You, out of all people, should know about underage drinking and how dangerous, and bad, it can be for you,” she said.

“Wasn’t that bad last time,” he murmured, falling asleep.

That frown was more pronounced than the last one. “I think,” James said, “That I will take a walk-”

“Stay down,” she ordered, pointing at him with not even stopping her other hand. “William, we will be having a Talk about what happened.”

William knew how that was going to go. Which, he was grateful for Henry and George managing to get in the door. George had the laptop while Henry leaned on the crutches. “Should we come back later?” he asked, knowing he would get two different answers, at least.

“Yes.” Julia.

“No.” Murdoch.

“Please don’t leave me with them.” James. The last had everyone except the sleeper looking at him. “Mom and Dad are fighting,” he mocked, pointing at the two. George set down the laptop while getting more chairs. William went with him. “Anything on who bombed my lab and almost killed me?”

“A couple of suspects,” Henry said, taking Julia’s chair with permission. She nabbed William’s to look at the computer.

“Good. As long as one of them isn’t Allen Clegg,” he shuddered, remembering the rabies mutation that he made last time.

“Haven’t ran across him yet,” Henry relayed, “Or Sally. She is in the country, however.”

“Ugh,” he moaned, “At least she didn’t frame me this time.”

“William would have seen through it in a minute,” Julia said. “All of them would have.” Two more chairs, and the small group settled to start going through evidence that Henry dug up.

#comfortember2023 #comfortember 2023 #murdoch mysteries #castle reincarnation au #julia ogden #william murdoch #james pendrick #llewellyn watts #george and henry are there for 30 seconds

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veryrealimagination · 6 months

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Comfortember Day 13 - Baking

William barely side-eyed the door when he saw Llewellyn walk in. A tote hanging from his arm and the apron that he kept after his stay with the Mennonites, he strode across the room and set the tote down. “Is anyone currently using the kitchen?” he inquired, bouncing a little bit.

He raised an eyebrow. “No, but Julia nor Susannah have woken up yet and I only made breakfast for myself,” he said.

Tilting his head, he nodded, “I will make something for her if she inquires.”

William didn’t want to know what the young man was planning. “You will also clean up?” he questioned, and reminded. He nodded quickly. “Go ahead and bake.” Excited, he took off his jacket and hung it below Julia’s before putting on the apron and heading with his tote.

The sounds coming from the corner were louder than any of his work on inventions, and he wondered if he ever sounded like that while he had been tinkering in the old room. At least he was happy with this. Everything concerning Jack, Milo, his departure from ~safety~ Station House Four, and stories about his ‘adventures’ going between Canada and the United States, it made William check his hairline every day for white hairs.

The idea of gray hair went out the door after James Gillies almost stole him a second time.

After a half-hour, his tea was gone and he thought about getting another cup when a steaming pot appeared by his hand. Looking up, Llewellyn had brought out two more cups. And gotten something white in his hair. Perhaps flour, baking powder, or powdered sugar. He was quite fond of throwing the last one on cakes with much zealous motions. “I have to let the dough sit for ten minutes,” he informed, “And I could hear her moving about.”

Oh? He wasn’t that caught up in the science journals that he didn’t hear his wife getting up and moving about. Pouring the tea, he saw him disappear for the cream and sugar. Julia emerged just after that. “Good morning, William,” she said, sitting down at the table and accepting hers. It took a second to realize the third cup. “We have company?”

“An interloper, actually,” Llewellyn self mocked, setting down the last two things. He took the third cup and added his usual mix in. “I wanted to bake something.”

“I see,” she smiled, poking at the white in his hair. He moved out of the way, but she still batted some of it out. “Bread or pastry?”

He brightened. “Both, but the pastry is what I really came over to bake. One of the chefs I’ve met at the poetry readings found a very old recipe for something called honey cakes. I traded one of the bread recipes I picked up from an old man that needed help weeding his yard.” A large chunk of his tea was downed when his body craved liquid. “There is also one of those quick breads with rosemary and garlic. I mixed that quick and have it baking already.”

“Excellent,” Julia said, “I can poach some eggs to go with it. Have you had anything to eat?” Llewellyn looked back down at his cup, now already empty, then back up and shook his head. “Good. We can talk about the recent readings while William watches in amusement.”

“We’re also going to need another pot of tea if you’re talking,” he noticed, before turning to the young man, “Double brew the first leaves. I believe there’s a second round in them.”

“Yes, William,” he mumbled, taking the pot with him after emptying the last of the current liquid.

#comfortember2023 #comfortember 2023 #comfortember #murdoch mysteries #llewellyn watts #william murdoch #julia ogden #smol Watts AU #watts baking on a Gay Sex Monday?#this was excellent timing for myself

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thegreenleavesofspring · 5 months

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Nell's living room has disappeared.

#Comfortember 2023 #Comfortember2023 #Day 24 #Prompt: Blankets #Nell Way #Silver Way #Ken Way #Baby Silver #Sons of the Star

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thegreenleavesofspring · 5 months

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Birdie is giving the twins baths.

#Comfortember 2023 #Comfortember2023 #Day 23 #Alt prompt: Baths #Sons of the Star #Birdie Way #Russ Way #Red Way #Baby twins