A story of how Lt. Arthur Hastings sustained the war wounds (physical and otherwise) that sent him home from the battlefields of France in 1917, and flung him headlong into the events of The Mysterious Affair at Styles.
Takes place during the Veiled Lady. Basically, Clover goes in Hastings' place and jumps through the window to escape. Aftermath of that scene.
Zipp Storm, a summer exchange to the United Kingdom, takes up lodgings with the one and only, Hercule Poirot. Rated T for mild language, and plenty of bloody killings. Set in the modern time of the 2021 summer (no pandemic mentioned for obvious reasons).
Clover goes to Scotland Yard to deliver a letter. There, she forms an unlikely friendship with the Chief Inspector.
A young woman comes for a job interview, but she seems familiar. But why? *occurs before A Perfect Crime
Ariadne Oliver comes to grip with the thorny issue of her writing. Monsieur Poirot is eager to help, only on certain peculiar conditions.
A somewhat troubled Ariadne Oliver plunges into the deep waters of her life. And I can assure you that her chief concern is not this sweet, whodunits-inducing, favorite fruit of hers.
Serial killer on the loose! Detective Phillip Rice (inspired of Hercule Poirot) has to find who it is, and he's doing it!
The world's greatest detective is murdered; can Captain Hastings, with help from Miss Lemon and Chief Inspector Japp, bring his killer to justice?
A man wakes up in a hospital-bed and have no recollection about anything. A small, peculiar man, named Hercules Poirot, tells him that he is Hastings. (Warning for slow progress.)
[Evil Under the Sun Fanfic] -Rosamund D., Kenneth M., Linda M.- Tujuh bulan setelah kematian Arlena, Kenneth dan Rosamund akhirnya menikah. Inilah impian Rosamund, hidup di desa dengan keluarga yang sangat ia cintai. Hidup dengan Kenneth dan Linda.
A version of "The Murder of Roger Ackroyd," but with Miss Marple instead of Inspector Poirot solving the mystery. A couple of scenes from the story just to see what it would be like.
He never would have believed it in a million years, but here he was, dancing the foxtrot with Hercule Poirot...
Poirot and Hastings find a more entertaining way of occupying themselves en route to a case in the countryside (Poirot/Hastings PWP)
Poirot thinks that the end of his career is drawing near but then a young lady comes to him with a baffling case of love,murder and lies
"I just wondered whether you were having trouble sleeping..." "So, you awaken me to inquire? That is friendship indeed, Hastings." (inspired by a scene from the episode "Dumb Witness" from the TV adaption) Poirot/Hastings pre-slash
Hastings goes to Paris for a little holiday to forget about war and family matters. There he meets his old friend and "partner in crime" Hercule Poirot. Deciding to celebrate their reunion with a dinner in one of the fanciest restaurant in Paris, a tragedy occurs. Who is the murderer? What is the reason? These are the questions that seem to have no answer in this nonsensical case.
What if Hastings wasn't quite the naïve innocent he seems? What if he was something quite different? Just a collection of one-shots and drabbles that I'm writing for my own amusement when I have an idea for them.
The meeting of Hercule Poirot and Adela Bradley