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cinematv · 1 year
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Shaun Evans as Endeavour Morse & Jack Laskey as Peter Jakes ENDEAVOUR (2012 - 2023) Season 9, Episode 3: Exeunt 
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perioddramasource · 9 months
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Shaun Evans as Endeavour Morse & Jack Laskey as Peter Jakes   ENDEAVOUR (2012 - 2023) Season 3, Episode 2: Arcadia
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notholaenas · 1 year
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we meet again
(screenshot redraws from s9)
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imaginationtherapy · 9 months
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I recently uncovered a SHIT ton of unfinished Peter Jakes/Endeavour Morse fanfic. I'm considering patching some of it up and publishing it semi-finished. Anybody interested?
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crowdiminico · 1 year
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This is still one of my favourite Morse and Jakes moments - just because of how Jakes acts like a jealous sibling after Thursday says Morse will pick him up the next morning 💀
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Jakes, in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt: G’morning, how’d you sleep?
Morse, overwhelmed and unable to decide between good and okay: Gay.
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hekate1308 · 7 months
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Prompt: “Don’t worry, I got you.”
Fandom: Endeavour
Pairing: Morse/Jakes
Now, Peter had never had anything to do with magic and madness and everything in between. As a matter of fact, if not for the childhood that he was very much pretending had never happened because it was the only way to stay sane, he had lived a very normal life until now. Even joining the police had been more a spur of a moment decision than anything else, although he couldn’t say he minded.
That said, he had not been working with DI Thursday for long before he heard the rumours swirling around. No surprise there – it would have been impossible to ignore them.
A little queer, they said – him and his entire family. But really, could it be a surprise? Taking in the child of an old friend of Mrs. Thursday’s when she had died, that was one thing. But keeping him when it turned out he had magic, allowing him to stay with their children, and even now still living with them when he was grown and working for those strange people at the Guard, that was more than just foolish that was dangerous. PC Toppins had had to go to their house once, and there had been a goblin – draw to magic, all creatures were, and the Thursdays did nothing about it…
Peter did his best to ignore all of that. After all, what did it have to do with him? DI Thursday’s private life was his private life, and if anything, taking in a child for no other reason they had known their mother was a very selfless thing to do. Not that those colleagues who let their mouths run away with them saw it that way.
Still, it was none of his business.
Until it became one.
Usually, when he picked DI Thursday up, he went and waited in the car, not intent on interrupting family breakfast, no matter how much Mrs. Thursday urged him to come in, but today of all days, for a reason he couldn’t even understand, he didn’t just knock, but simply opened the door and went in. If he had thought about it, he would have considered it wildly inappropriate, but thinking seemed kind of hard at the moment.
Strangely, the house seemed to be empty. Shouldn’t the family be here? And DI Thursday should have been expecting him…
Yet somehow, none of that seemed important as, without even a moment of hesitation, he walked into what turned out to be the dining room.
There was a strange contraception sitting at the table, something like a sphere made out of glass only two pieces of wood were sticking out of it, and there seemed to be fog swirling inside it –
He had to touch it. He just had to. He had no explanation, no reason to, and yet he had to.
He reached out.
Almost immediately, a burning coldness spread from his palm over his arm and into his breast, he came to himself and realized what he had done, and tried to free himself, only that he couldn’t, and the cold was spreading and he was beginning to see stars and it was difficult to breathe and –
Warm arms encircled his waist and a voice he had never heard before said it in his ear, “Don’t worry, I got you.”
And everything went black.
When he came to, he was lying on the sofa in what turned out to be the living room.
“I am terribly sorry, Sergeant” a man with rusty curls, carrying a tablet, said, coming into his line of sight. “I had no idea that the magic contained within the warmth eater was strong enough to unlock the door and lure someone in. I can only apologize.”
He blinked as he sat up, shivering.
“Here, the tea should help.” He poured them both a cup.
Peter blinked again. Then, somehow, managed to say, “Warmth eater?”
“Some creatures… they need to steal warmth, this is one of their traps. I sent the others away while I dealt with it, I meant to tell you when you knocked, but well…”
“You’re the one they took in” he said bluntly because his brain wasn’t fully recovered.
He handed him the cup and chuckled. “I guess you could say that… yes, Mother and Dad were kind enough to take me in when I was twelve. Endeavour Thursday Morse, at your service.”
“Peter Jakes” he replied, “But you know that.”
He nodded. “And now, down with that. It’ll help.”
He wondered if he’d gotten that from his old family or if it was Mrs. Thursday’s upbringing.
“Has the… thing been handled now, then?” he asked.
“Yes, don’t worry, I know what I’m doing…” a self-deprecating smile that had no business looking that pretty (he really really couldn’t use that right now) “Unless I forget that some doors can be opened.”
Yes, some doors, he thought as he shook his hand to prove that he was not angry, could be opened.
And he would quickly learn that the one that had opened on that particular day would never close again.
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leotanaka · 1 year
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there’s just something about jakes asking morse to come with him to america that just really getting to me... in a good way :) 
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sidleyparkhermit · 3 months
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Snowflake Challenge #13 (crosspost from DW)
Snowflake Challenge #13: Make a rec list of fanworks.
I almost invariably rec only completed fics, so this time I thought I'd do a rec list of just WIPs. I'm telling you right now, none of these works have been updated more recently than March 2023. I invite you to enjoy them as they are and to leave feedback that is encouraging but not bullying. ;)
1) If Tomorrow Never Comes by @eau1636. Endeavour Morse/Peter Jakes (Endeavour). A time loop story with wonderful characterization in one of my most favorite rare pairs.
He already knew what the paper’s headlines would be, what the answers to the crossword puzzle were, what date would be printed across the top. He unrolled the paper and there it was, irrefutable in black and white. Monday, February 2, 1967. Morse called the station to say he was ill and wouldn’t be in today. Then he walked over, took the bottle down from the shelf, and set to work. At least the scotch had refilled itself overnight. Small mercies. Once darkness fell that evening, Morse walked to the park. He sat on a bench in the freezing night air, looking up at the stars. He would stay awake all night. He wouldn’t go home, he’d stay right here under the open sky. Whatever it was that was happening, it couldn’t get him here.
2) fidelity, undying by @joycecarolnotes Loki/Mobius (Loki TV series). The deeply evocative scene-setting first chapter of an arranged marriage canon-divergence. 
Frigga sighs and strokes his raven hair, perched beside him on the edge of his bed. "While you may not wish to hear it, I believe that your marriage to this Midgardian prince is for the best." Loki scoffs. "Oh do you?" Her own marriage, Frigga says, had been arranged by her father. She did not wish to leave her home, to travel to Asgard and marry the gruff, imposing, one-eyed man who called himself the All-Father. But she peered into her future and saw that she would have two sons, and raise them beside Odin, and that she would love them very much. And so she went. "What of my future," Loki asks, "have you had a look?" Frigga shakes her head. "And would you tell me if you had?" Frigga shakes her head again.
3) i thought you should know, by @odekirk. Howard Hamlin/Chuck McGill (Better Call Saul). The tragedy of Howard and Chuck, of the Hamlins and the McGills, over the decades. Fun fact: odekirk is straight-up the only fic writer who understands these two characters at all.
In the dream, Howard stands on Chuck’s porch and knocks three times on the front door, and tries to call out Chuck’s name. He’s holding something in his arm—one of the lights from the HHM conference room, glowing softly in the dark of night. “Maybe he’s at the grocery store,” Julie says. Yes, of course she’s right. Howard turns around and panics—where is his car? He just parked it right there in front of Chuck’s house. “I don’t have a car,” he laments to Julie. “I don’t know where my car is.” “Maybe it’s inside.” Yes, of course the car is inside. Howard turns around again and the front door is open. He walks in and sees the state of the house. Walls are torn up. Books are scattered all over. Appliances are strewn across the floor, the windows are boarded up, space blankets are hung everywhere. “Where’s your car?” Jimmy asks him. “What did you do?” Howard is frightened. If he can’t find his car, he’ll never be able to drive to the grocery store to get Chuck. He has to talk to Chuck.
originally posted on dreamwidth for the 2024 snowflake challenge prompts. (no, I still don't like dreamwidth, but it's... there.)
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scifikimmi · 10 months
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Im finallly watching the new/last season of Endeavor and got to the end of ep2 and i KNEW they were gonna bring him back!!! Jarse shippers rise up!!!
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hey guys I just had the WORST idea
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Want some early-season Endeavour Morse/Peter Jakes? That I wrote like ... four years ago and then abandoned?
Here you go! (This one is preslash hurt/comfort but might end with a kiss if I figure out how)
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notholaenas · 1 year
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okay so hear me out // there's the ugly brown sofa in the living room right..... but there's absolutely 0 indicator of jakes sleeping there like,, no pillows or blankets or anything... so where did he sl[sniper takes me out from the roof]
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Chapters: 5/7 Fandom: Endeavour (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Jakes/Endeavour Morse Characters: Peter Jakes, Endeavour Morse, Fred Thursday, Jim Strange, Monica Hicks Additional Tags: Falling In Love, Pining, Whump, Slow Burn, Slow To Update, Endeavour Morse Whump, Hurt Endeavour Morse, Human Disaster Endeavour Morse, POV Peter Jakes, Denial of Feelings, Not Canon Compliant, Cigarettes, Hurt/Comfort Summary:
Thursday told Jakes they had caught a new case. What Jakes catches when they go to pick up Morse is something else entirely.
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crowdiminico · 1 year
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Jakes: Morse can waltz.
Strange: Look how you just said "Morse can waltz."
Jakes: What? I'm just saying, I'm surprised that Morse can waltz.
Strange: That sounded more like "I'm surprised I still have my clothes on."
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