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female-sleuths · 2 years

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Kate Fansler

“I didn’t say I object to Freud,” Kate said. “I said I objected to what Joyce called freudful errors—all those nonsensical conclusions leaped to by people with no reticence and less mind.”

This is the first we get to know about Kate in her debut in the 1964 novel In the Last Analysis by Amanda Cross (Carolyn Heilbrun years later explained she took the pseudonym because the crime novel genre had such a bad reputation it would have stunted her university career if she had been known to write them).

You either love her or hate her just after those two lines.

Kate is a professor of literature at a New York university and bristles when asked if she is single by a police officer asking for her alibi in the first chapter. We soon learn that Kate doesn’t suffer fools gladly and is easily annoyed, feels somewhat protective of her students, and relates more to the detective novels she read than the real-life case she is thrown into. (I’d say she is Lord Peter Whimsey’s goddaughter, Kate does think of him often, but she probably wouldn’t agree.)

The 1960s start to make themselves known and Kate finds herself on the fence mostly sympathizing with the feelings and aims of the student’s and feminist movements more than most people of her set but deploring the changing manners following from them.

Kate is first thrown into detection because a former student, who asked her for a recommendation of a psycho-analyst is found murdered on that man’s very couch. As Emanuel, the man she recommended, is a long-time friend and ex—the one she was discussion Freund with in her first sentence—, and the police seem to believe they need not look further, Kate gets involved.

Private life

Kate was born to a well-to-do white New York family, youngest of four, only girl and 14 years younger than her youngest brother. She grew up in a loving family who indulged her and “stood by hopelessly when she turned her back on society and became not only an ‘intellectual’, but a Ph.D.”

We first meet her at a never quite spelled out age. Her nephew-by-marriage-to-be, Jerry (22), whom she hires for footwork, thinks or her as “middle-aged”. She is already established as a university professor of English Literature, her nieces and nephews range between teenagers and “old enough to vote” (which would have been 21 in 1964); so probably somewhere in her middle-to-late thirties or early forties. Though nephews and nieces grow up, Kate doesn’t quite age at the same rate.

In the last Analysis, she lives “in faded elegance” in a four-room apartment overlooking the Hudson river.

In the first books, she is single, though she had lovers in her past. She sometimes rants about there being no word for the kind of relationships she had, where passion is but a small part of the whole.

Detection Style

Kate sort of follows in Lord Peter Whimsey’s footsteps.

Due to her many relatives, she usually knows someone who knows someone to introduce her to the people she wants to talk to. She’s sending Jerry out to talk to people she, due to her gender and position, can’t without arousing suspicions. And her line into the police is district attorney Reed Amhearst, whom she marries later in the series (keeping her maiden name).

She gathers facts by talking to people, in most cases with some pretext or another, not telling them she is investigating. She is often baffled and brooding over facts. Like Miss Marple, she is good at recognition of structures, though her most of her cases and solutions hang on literature.

Books

In the Last Analysis ( 1964)

The James Joyce Murder (1967)

Poetic Justice (1970)

The Theban Mysteries (1971)

Question of Max (1976)

Death in a Tenured Position (1981)

Sweet Death, Kind Death (1984)

No Word from Winifred (1986)

A Trap for Fools (1989)

The Players Come Again (1990)

An Imperfect Spy (1995)

The Puzzled Heart (1998)

Honest Doubt (2000)

The Edge of Doom (2002)

Commentary

Especially the early books have a screwball comedy feeling about them and I somehow always imagined Kate to look a lot like Kathrine Hepburn.

Violence is not graphically described, but a lot of topics come up, and the view on sex in the early books is still strongly influenced by Freund and moves in the tension between Freudian “Freedom to have sex” and sex as the main driving force of humanity vs old-fashioned religious morals (read: hang-ups) about sex. Modern interpretations of the characters would paint quite a different picture and part of the motive for murder in the James Joyce Murders is more horrifying now than it was then.

On the All about Agatha podcast, they deduct points for Christie’s own prejudices showing up in the text, especially when they exceed the level that was usual at the time of writing. In the two novels I read recently (as opposed to the 1990s), I haven’t caught her in that, though most of her characters sometimes say things that would be inexcusable to say today. I recommend to read the books as you read a text about a strange und unknown culture. The 1960s are, in a way, just that.

The first book of the series I read was Death in a Tenured Position (1981), which is set in the Harvard English department which struggles with a female professor in its midst, unfortunately not Kate, who visits to help said professor even though she doesn’t really like her. Here, Kate meets women from an undoubtedly lesbian commune, some of whom she likes better that the aforementioned female professor.

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atruththatyoudeny · 4 years

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A new year and lots of new fics! These are the ones I read and loved this month. Make sure to check them out and leave these authors all the love they deserve ♥ ❆ The Pirate and The Piper | jacaranda_bloom | Peter Pan AU - enemies to friends to lovers - fantasy - magic - parallel worlds - hidden itentities - slow burn - angst - hurt/comfort - imprisonment - spells - mind control - 34k Banished from Neverland by Captain Hook and the evil Siren Minerva, Louis is forced to live in the Other World. He makes a life for himself, resigned to the fact he’s never going to see his beloved home and Lost Boys again. Five years later he’s kidnapped and returned to Neverland, only to discover a far worse fate awaits him. But with an unlikely ally by his side, can he overcome those who seek his demise and restore freedom to his homeland? Or the one where Harry is Hook, Louis is Pan, and nothing is what it seems.

❆ Praise the Mutilated World | delsicle & creamcoffeelou | Dystopia - dark - a/b/o - enemies to lovers - arranged marriage - arranged relationship - non-con mentions - violence - hurt/comfort - emotional hurt/comfort - angst - fluff - mpreg - 106k An enemies to lovers dystopian au where Harry is an elite alpha and Louis is a rebel omega with too much to fight for. Every move made is monitored, and a fertile omega’s purpose in life is one thing: to give children to their alpha.

❆ The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea | kingsofeverything | cheating - infidelity - sexuality crisis - older Larry - lifeguards - surfing - divorce - post-divorce - miscommunication - smut - secret relationship - mistakes - lying - 109k Louis’ life is steady and calm, moored by his marriage, and tied to his hometown, but after a chance encounter with another man, it’ll never be the same.

❆ as in olden days | scrunchyharry | historical - winter - strangers to lovers - snowed in - mutual pining - fluff - Christmas - 18k Château Frontenac hotel, Christmas 1925 When his father insisted the entire family spend Christmas abroad in one of his new investments, Harry dreaded the prospect of being trapped for weeks in the biting Canadian cold, so far away from the roaring excitement of his London life. As he crossed half of the world to be buried under a thick blanket of snow, he never imagined he would meet a charming bellhop who would do his best to keep him warm.

❆ feeling borrowed, always blue | falsegoodnight | exes to lovers - fake/pretend relationship - shotgun wedding - angst - hurt/comfort - pining - mpreg - 68k Louis has been dreaming of his wedding since he was young - he just never expected it to happen like this.

❆ A Springtime's Wilt, an Autumn's Bloom | snowcaplou | a/b/o - angst - fluff - boss/employee relationship - famous/not famous - 21k Harry is Louis' personal chauffeur, and although he hides his feelings for his boss behind a wall of rigid professionalism, Louis still manages to squeeze through the cracks.

❆ the flower that blooms in adversity | docklands | a/b/o - camping - light angst - pregnancy kink - lactation kink - humiliation kink - praise kink - 14k Harry is twenty-six and he hasn't presented yet. He lives in London with his alpha best friend, Niall, who invites him to a New Year's camping trip with his other alpha mates. Amidst them, there's the always sharp Louis, who has a knack for observation and dirt under his toenails. Harry ends up agreeing on going, unaware he's leaving for the trip of a lifetime.

❆ On the Edge | zanni_scaramouche | Olympics AU - Athlete AU - figure skating - hockey - angst - fluff - 47k Figure skating is as vital to Louis’ identity as his DNA, so when his skates go missing right before the last Olympics of his career there may be a meltdown only vanilla bath salts can fix. Well, that and the stupidly charming hockey player he met on the plane. Harry’s too old to be the wonder kid and too young to be taken seriously in the NHL. As an alternate thrown in at the last second, he fights to prove himself on the national team at the largest sporting event known to man. Or he will, once he gets off this flight and can focus on something other than the fussy figure skater and his stunningly blue eyes. A baggage mix-up skews both of their perfectly laid plans for gold, forcing the two to work together as the clock clicks towards the minute they’re expected to shine on centre ice.

❆ Definition of Beauty | zanni_scaramouche | a/b/o - High School - fluff - light angst - 6k Louis’ caught off guard by an omega he nearly takes out with an errant footie ball. It’s not that Louis’ never seen Harry before, it’s that he can’t stop looking, and he’s desperate to figure him out.

❆ Bear with me | 28sunflowers | a/b/o - non traditional a/b/o - pregnancy - surrogacy - abusive relationship - angst - 38k Harry’s and Nick’s dreams of building a big family together come crashing down when they learn Harry is infertile. As the mates drift apart and it all feels hopeless, they decide to try one last shot at their happy ending: surrogacy. But try as they might, the one fact that remains true is that children don’t save broken relationships. Sometimes things just aren’t meant to be. And maybe, Fate has better plans in store for Harry.

❆ Yours To Lose | loulicate | a/b/o - non traditional a/b/o - post mpreg - bonding - mating - light angst - hurt/comfort - fluff - emotional hurt/comfort - 26k Louis always gets distracted with his mummy duty and he eventually catches Harry's attention.

❆ By the Light of the Moon | phdmama | magical AU - curses - 12k Louis Tomlinson, healer at the Tomlinson Magical Mishap Clinic, is confronted with a curse he's never seen before, and time is running out to find a countercurse.

❆ Fine Lines | lsforever | mpreg - Christmas - fluff - established relationship - 12k The short story is there are two little, white sticks sitting on the bathroom counter with two little, pink lines on both of them. The long story is that that’s never happened before. or, Harry gets the surprise of a lifetime and decides it’ll be the perfect Christmas present.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #monthly reads #monthly fic rec #my fic rec #completed fics #larry fics #my reads

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hollyand-writes · 3 years

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4 for the meta asks if it hasn't been done yet?

Thanks so much for this, Diz! What a fun thing to wake up to ❤️

From the “Fun meta asks for writers” post

I already answered number 4 here yesterday, but I can answer it again!

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like):

Right! So I’m gonna share something from a fic I wrote for last year’s Black Emporium Rare-Pair Exchange, “A Marriage of Convenience”, which is an enemies-to-lovers Carver/Merrill Spy AU set in a Modern Kirkwall with magic. Starring rubbish spy extraordinaire Merrill, who is spying on Evil Garrett Hawke, but is so hapless that she keeps getting lost and accidentally ends up arranged to be married to his ex-Templar brother Carver while she’s trying to complete the heist that’s assigned to her.

I was particularly pleased that I got to crowbar into this fic the (mean but kinda funny) British expression “body from Baywatch, face from Crimewatch” (albeit as Merrill describing Carver as “body from Rialto Bay-watch, face from Crimewatch” shortly after a failed heist in which she has to fight him -- while in disguise -- to escape), but I also want to share the start of Chapter 3:

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The things Carver did to help Garrett get elected to Viscount of Kirkwall.

Carver had danced with many women that evening, and had been thoroughly bored by their company; but if it was all to help Garrett realise his political ambitions, he supposed it was a small sacrifice to make – especially given the much larger sacrifice Garrett wanted him to make in order to help him out.

And anyway, at least this ‘smaller sacrifice’ meant he was now dancing with the pretty, dark-haired elf girl who had walked in on Varric’s arm this evening, giving him a pang of jealousy and recognition he never thought he’d feel at such a fancy, foppish, posturing affair full of wine-drinking pinkie-extenders such as this one. When he’d first met her all those years ago, he’d been too shy to talk to her. He’d been too shy to even ask Varric about her when he’d next seen him, and was forced to put her out of his mind until she showed up tonight in that figure-hugging, shimmery black dress of hers and a filigree mask that framed her beautiful big green eyes and made him desperately want to know more of her.

Carver had always been unlucky in love. And he’d thought about Merrill a lot over the years, kicking himself for being too shy to ask her out when he’d had the chance. He told himself he’d ask her out if he ever saw her again, but the Maker played a cruel practical joke on Carver when he never did see her again. One of many cruel practical jokes the Maker played on Carver – although not as painful as the one that stole Bethany’s life away before they came to Kirkwall – and now that his brother was determined that nothing would get in the way of his election as Viscount, the Maker was about to play another cruel practical joke on Carver again.

‘I’ve decided you’re getting married,’ was Garrett’s announcement once Carver had recovered from his injuries after his fight with the elven blood mage. That was typical Garrett: he could turn on the charm when he needed to, he was handsome and well-dressed enough that people listened to him when he spoke, but underneath it all Garrett didn’t care about anyone but himself.

‘That’s it?’ Carver had barked, wincing as he removed the ice pack from a particularly nasty bruise; he’d considered himself lucky the blood mage he’d fought only used defensive spells, and didn’t outright kill him. ‘No “I’m sorry you got hurt”, Brother? You’re not even gonna ask me what I think of this?’

‘Our family needs to be seen as squeaky-clean and respectable if I’m to be elected Viscount,’ Garrett went on, as if Carver hadn’t spoken at all, ‘and you have a… a reputation. We need to arrange you a marriage, and then perhaps the scandal of you getting in fist-fights in my office headquarters – not to mention your numerous failed love affairs and your status as an ex-templar – can be distracted from.’

Carver had been outraged. ‘Wait. I’m not the one who’s a politician here. It’s not important for me to have a squeaky-clean image. Why don’t you get married?’

But Garrett merely shrugged. ‘The city already considers me its hero, and its champion,’ he replied in those infuriatingly smooth tones of his, and Carver bitterly wished that his own unswerving family loyalty didn’t mean he probably would end up agreeing to whatever hare-brained scheme Garrett negotiated to secure his own power. ‘A politically expedient marriage for me can be made in good time, perhaps even after I become Kirkwall’s ruler. But you – you need to clean up your act.’

Carver clenched his fists; he was aware he looked like a petulant child, but he didn’t care. ‘And what if I don’t want to get married?’

‘Well, you don’t have to remain married for long,’ Garrett said. ‘Pre-nups can be drawn up. You only have to do it until I ascend to the Viscount’s throne. Nobody needs to know your marriage is fake or arranged until after my election.’

‘And you’re arranging it,’ Carver deduced, through gritted teeth.

‘Exactly,’ Garrett had said, looking pleased that Carver understood him at last. ‘I am holding a masquerade ball just for the purpose of beginning your courtship. The finest grandees in Kirkwall and beyond will be in attendance; every person of class loves a good party, and this one will befit the best. You are therefore free to choose a wife from this suitable pool of attendees, or I can propose to one for you – whichever you prefer, Carver. Just – don’t do a Varric and start courting a married woman, whatever you do.’

And now the masquerade ball in question was taking place, and Carver was miserable. His one saving grace was the elven woman he was waltzing around the room with right now. She seemed nervous around him for some reason. Not that that bothered him – he was nervous around her, too, for she was very pretty and if there was one thing Carver didn’t know how to do, it was to talk to a pretty girl.

Even a pretty girl that was currently in his arms.

#dismalzelenka #replies #fun meta asks for writers #ask meme #also #tagging this as #carver hawke #merrill x carver #carver x merrill #Modern!AU #modern AU #carrill #carver/merrill #merrill/carver #merrill

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sooibian · 4 years

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Tempting Fate (I)

@is-that-baekhyuns-shirt thank you, thank you, thank you for this beautiful poster!

Chapters: One | Two

Pairing: Minseok x You x Kyungsoo

Description: You’re forced to make a choice between a present that you didn’t choose and the idea of what could have been.

Themes: Angst, Exes!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU

Warnings: Strong language, indicative of emotional infidelity

Word Count: 3.7k +

A/N: Writing in quarantine hasn’t been easy so this is me trying to get back into writing by channeling all the rainy day melancholia into an angst piece. A huge thank you to @fightoh who inspired this Kyungsoo. I love you, Melissa! ^_^

We’re looking at a two-shot here, so lemme know if you’d like to be tagged for the update :)

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‘Settle down’

You often mulled over your father’s words of advice. This was one of the very few he’d cared to vocalize a little over a year ago. Settle down - as if you were an inanimate object devoid of any thoughts or feelings. As if you were lifeless. There was an undeniable ounce of truth in that, though.

He had left you lifeless, cold, and pathetic.

So you settled.

Gradually sank under the weight of the very same thoughts and feelings you were not supposed to have. Especially not after, as your step-mother had so eloquently put it, you’d spread your legs for the spawn of Satan.

These questionable archaic edifices threw you back by decades, centuries even. You’d started to loathe them all - your parents, the society and to a large extent, your own self. Either way, you did what you were asked.

Like dust, you settled.

The buzz of your phone alerted you of a meeting that was scheduled thirteen minutes from now. Twirling the cup of long gone cold coffee, you took some time to compose yourself. Ten minutes. Taking a huge gulp of the bitter liquid, you proceeded to head out of the cafe.

“Hello”, said the man who accidentally bumped into you on your way out.

The sound of his voice could sweep you over with a wave of recognition even in your most unresponsive state. Dreading, you looked up to meet his eyes. The same big, brown eyes you’d once have endless conversations with. The very same eyes that saw you for who you were. The eyes that had already started to say the things you weren’t emotionally equipped to hear.

“Hi”, he exhaled. You were enchanted by the way his lips moved. Flushed and soft, with a subtle pout. Plush and voracious they’d once felt on your skin.

He looked exactly like you’d remembered him. Soft brown hair fell in shaggy bangs across his forehead. A black shirt over ripped denims that outlined his lean frame and his right wrist wrapped in dark beaded bracelets. Your gaze dropped and stayed fixed on his combat boots, as you fought back tears.

Your phone chimed. Seven minutes.

Kyungsoo’s lingering gaze saw you out of the cafe.

“How was your day?” your husband asked, in the trademark gentle tone he’d use with you.

Dinner table conversations with Minseok were cumbersome. They felt heavily rehearsed and unnatural. You usually had polite responses and courteous questions to subdue the pressing silence that filled up any space Minseok and you inhabited. But tonight was you felt pushed to the wall. You felt hollow and rigid.

A dazed stupor had steered you through the day after the man who’d splintered your heart had chosen to resurface after two years. The very same man because of whom you weren’t the wife Kim Minseok truly deserved.

This wasn’t exactly the dinner table conversation you'd ever pictured having with your ever so sweet and kind husband.

“Nothing out of the ordinary”, you smiled, “did you manage to get Yang Ho Sung on board for the expansion?”

“Not to jump the gun but we might be able to lock in his signatures come Monday”, a pleased Minseok flashed his toothy grin.

“Not to jump the gun but congratulations!”

He chuckled, “If all goes well, I might have to fly out to Hong Kong. You know, raise capital...move funds...”

‘Raise capital, move funds’ was a part of your job description as Financial Controller, not the Head of Strategy's. Hong Kong was where the Company’s Head Office was situated. It was also where both of your parents had taken permanent residency. It was a place both you and Minseok frequented and for most part it meant bothersome soirees (generously sprinkled with intrusive questions) with his side of the family as well as yours. And anyone with a pair of functional eyes could spot trouble in paradise. So you were glad as you were grateful that you didn’t have to do much to dodge this trip.

It was almost as if Minseok read your thoughts, “You’re working on the Nakamuras’ merger project and it didn’t feel right pushing this expansion onto your already full plate.”

Pursing your lips into a slight smile, you nodded in agreement.

The day of Minseok’s flight to Hong Kong found you seated across from Kyungsoo at the very same godforsaken cafe.

“How have you been?”, he asked plainly.

Devoid of expression, your eyes bore into his as you clutched the teacup closer to your person, the rock on your finger conveniently on display.

“You mean after you suddenly disappeared? All things considered, peachy.”

His jaw tightened, “Don’t be like that.” What should’ve been a plea, came across as an audacious command.

“Why are you back, anyway?” You hated sounding like a jilted past lover straight out of a soap opera but you felt exactly like one.

“Because you deserve the truth”, brows furrowed and voice down to a whisper, he leaned in closer.

“I deserve much more than just the truth!” You were seething with anger.

“Let’s start with the truth first.”

“Okay”, you squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head, “this attitude is quite brazen, don’t you think?”

His hands landed on the coffee table in a soft thump, and spoke as if he were spelling out every word for you, “You’re clearly not ready for this conversation so call me when you are, yeah?”

“Go fuck yourself, Doh Kyungsoo”, grabbing your purse you dashed out of the cafe as angry tears streamed down your cheeks.

Locking away every vicious little memory of Kyungsoo in the farthest corner of your mind, you went about your mundane, monochromatic life until unsubtle baby pink and powder blue onesies peeked out of Minseok’s luggage as you helped him unpack.

“Just Mother being over enthusiastic, that’s all…I’m sorry...”, his face flushed as he yanked the Harrods bag out of your hand and hastily dumped it in his closet.

If only she knew that your hostile home environment wasn’t conducive to...reproduction.

“I know my face looked a little puffy during our last video call but that doesn’t mean I’m...”, you said quietly.

“I know, I know...I’m sorry, she shouldn’t have.. I had half a mind to...to discard them or... give these away to Ho Sung considering, you know, his wife’s expecting but I couldn’t...aish...I think I’ll go take a shower.”

Averting your gaze, he rummaged for fresh towels in his closet.

“Minseok”, you gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed feeling guilty for having put him in a spot.

“Hmm”, his voice sounded shaky.

“Minseok”, your grip on the sheets tightened as you chewed the insides of your cheeks, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Scratching the back of his neck, he turned around to look at you. The upward curl of his lips didn’t meet his eyes. He knelt before you and took your icy hand in the cozy warmth of his.

His hands were always so, so soft and warm, yet so firm and steady.

Bringing the ring on your finger to his gentle lips he whispered, “I know.”

His incessant phone calls and messages coupled with your unbridled desire to understand the reasoning behind that one decision that steered your life onto a downward slope was why you agreed to see Kyungsoo again.

“Is ‘How have you been?’ still out of bounds or...”

Kyungsoo chose wisely with this quaint little overpriced Italian restaurant. There was no way either of you’d end up creating a scene here.

“It is not and I've been well. You?”, you ask civilly, twirling spaghetti on your fork.

“I left because - ”, he started.

“Diving right into it, I see.”

Leaning back into his chair, he let out an exasperated sigh, “Would you please?"

“Okay. Go on...explain what good reason you had to turn my world upside down, Kyungsoo.”

“Thank you. Remember my art gallery?”, Kyungsoo asked.

How could you ever forget! It's what your step-mother used to attack with you every chance she got. Wayfaring, college dropout Kyungsoo's mildly successful upscale art gallery in Gangnam.

You nodded curtly in response.

“Dad handled everything...right from the actual sourcing process of art pieces to the finances. Although it was my business, I was simply a curator. You of all people should know how our parents like to meddle.”

“Kyungsoo, what's your point?”

“He apparently used the art pieces to launder money. And before NTS could get a whiff of it we had to go underground - I had to go underground. So he declared business bankruptcy, salvaged whatever little he could after NTS got their fair share of it, obviously and we went off the grid. Only recently we were made aware that all of our other Companies have been cleared off defaults - Dad pulled some strings to make that happen - but all of this is behind us now.”, Kyungsoo’s eyes enlarged as he chewed on his lower lip anticipating your response.

“Well, you could’ve called.”, you sipped Riesling to steady yourself.

“We could’ve been tracked, love!”

Feeling yourself disintegrate at the way that term of endearment rolled off his tongue, you pressed a napkin to your lips.

“What is it that you want now, Kyungsoo? I’m married - it’s all over!”, your voice quivered as you tried to reason with him as softly as you could.

“It’s not! It’s not over! Kim Minseok isn’t the man you chose -- this isn’t the life you chose! You didn’t escape my mind once in these last two years, baby...my hands were tied! Please understand, there was nothing I could've done. But I’m here now and I’m not leaving.”

The picture frame in your secret possession remembered Minseok as a portly little lad in a penguin onesie.

Him in his mother’s arms and you, an infant, in yours. Your mothers had been childhood friends, thick as thieves but the only memory you had of Minseok was this picture frame from the scenic Guri, where you spent the first five years of your life - until your mother passed and your father spiralled into despair. Minseok’s mother took pity and urged her husband to offer your father a position in the Seoul branch of his company.

The job paid well since Mr. Kim’s company was flourishing. Your father immersed himself into work leaving you with sitters for most part of your childhood. He successfully managed to add a chip-making division to the already thriving semiconductor line making SK Group the largest memory chip-maker in Asia thus elevating him to a Keyperson’s position. In his forties, he found himself a botoxed, gold digging beauty to marry and lived his life forever indebted to Mr. Kim.

So when the conglomerate’s matriarch proposed an alliance between you and Minseok, your father couldn’t refuse.

The alliance came a year after Kyungsoo disappeared.

Doh Kyungsoo. Your first love. The only one who’d stood by you when your own father couldn’t care less. You’d met him in your sophomore year at the University where he studied Archeology and Art History and you, Business Administration.

You had little to no memory of the night Kyungsoo played your knight in shining armour on Baekhyun’s bar hopping 21st birthday. You were drunk out of your wits. And when a sicko tried to take advantage of it, Kyungsoo stepped in. He drove you home, tucked you in bed and even brought you Haejangguk the next morning.

You’d managed to tame the beast according to Baekhyun but the truth was it was Kyungsoo who saved you from your dreary life. He brought out your exuberance and ferocity.

You ditched the pastels in your wardrobe for radical florals, the straight black hair, now an untamed, red tempest and modest little diamonds in your ears replaced by the dazzle of the glittering galaxy.

Your grades declined meteorically as you painted the town red with him on his Motorrad and come senior year he recklessly dropped out of college. That’s when things started going south for the both of you.

After a failed acting stint, he dabbled aimlessly in Seoul’s art scene. You didn’t greatly approve of his life choices, especially these major shifts which were solely his decision since he hadn’t bothered to consult you once. You, on the other hand, picked up pace academically and after graduation, Mr. Kim’s conglomerate took you under its wing - just as planned.

You tried to be there for Kyungsoo during this "phase" of his which lasted well over two years but he kept pushing you away. Until finally, with the help of his father, he set up his own art gallery in Seoul. It didn’t create a lot of buzz at first but it brought a welcome change within Kyungsoo. He was focused, driven and tried to make the best of the opportunity.

Both of your careers kept you busy and you slowly began to drift apart. Petty fights and misunderstandings only deepened the cracks in your relationship and Kyungsoo, being a man of few words that he was, didn’t help the situation.

You both did and said things you shouldn’t have and all that should have been said was left unspoken. Often you even decided to part ways but every other night found you in each other’s arms. Come morning, the very same issues would resurface.

But you both tried. Tried to make it work through the tears and the pain for the thing called love. You’d both been inseparable for four years now and this was nothing but a minor roadblock.

And when things finally started to look up, he left without a goodbye.

Minseok looked nothing like the toddler you’d remembered him to be except for his striking angular eyes. He was lean, suave, well mannered, albeit slightly awkward (you didn’t blame him considering the blind date setting) and definitely deserved a better wife than you. He shyly complimented your neutral beige flare dress and you both shared the rosy bits about your life.

His father had decided against giving him a directorial position on a platter so he’d worked his way up from Assistant Manager, Sales to freshly anointed Head of Strategy and you were working towards a better position in Finance.

Minseok was, plainly put, nice. Very much unlike the broody, flighty, reckless Kyungsoo you’d known and loved all these years. But Kyungsoo was a distant memory and Minseok looked like someone who was married to his work.

All things considered, you believed you could make this arrangement - that was your marriage with Minseok - last.

The expansion kept Minseok busier than usual while you were busy plotting away with Kyungsoo - looking for ways to get back with your first love and break the news to Minseok in the gentlest way possible.

“Ripping the bandaid off is the only way forward”, Kyungsoo suggested, helping you with a generous serving of kimchi stew.

His studio apartment was a stone throw away from your workplace. So you took an extended lunch break to see him in the privacy of his house. You felt a tinge of guilt at the frequency of your rendezvous but you let your heart have it’s way. As much as you hated the predicament his reappearance had put you in, his presence made you feel alive again. You no longer dreaded the morning alarm, the commute to work or even work itself. You had something to look forward to everyday - you had him to look forward to everyday.

“Hello?”, he interrupted your train of thought.

“Hmm?”, you looked up from your bowl.

He chuckled, “Nothing’s changed...” making you eye him questioningly.

“You still space out a lot”, he said, scrunching his nose affectionately.

Guilt weighed heavier.

You smiled, “No, it’s just that - there’s so much at stake Kyungsoo. I don’t think I can just rip off the bandaid.”

“Higher the risk...”, his eyes widened in an attempt to convince you.

“I know...but...he’s a nice guy and --”, you fought back tears.

“Run away with me?”

“Kyungsoo!”

“I’m sorry”, he muttered.

“Did you find a new place for the art gallery?”

“Mhmm”, he avoided your eyes, “just off Samcheong-ro.”

“Kyungsoo, this is huge! Samcheong-ro is the heart of the art scene!”

He smiled, “And this time around I’m working with people I can trust.”

Putting your hand on his arm, you squeezed it lightly. Nodding you said, “I’m really, really happy for you.”

He sighed, “Listen I’m sorry about earlier...I didn’t intend to rush you, I’ll be patient...I love you.”

You couldn’t say it back.

“Minseok, the Nakamuras accepted our offer”, you started with some happy news.

His feline eyes widened in astonishment and his shoulders went up as he pursed his lips to contain a big smile, “Really?”

You nodded.

“This means a hell lot of more work for you”, he chuckled, “but it’s a huge reason to celebrate! Let me take you out to dinner tomorrow?”

In your one year of marriage, Minseok had made this offer only a handful of times.

“Sure”, you smiled, “I was thinking of a weekend trip to Jeju. You know, clear my head?”

“Ah! Of course, anything you need. Will you be travelling alone?”

“Yeah”, you lied through your teeth.

Looking mildly dejected, he forced a grin, “You deserve the break.”

You woke up well before the break of dawn, not nearly as enthusiastic about the seaside getaway as you’d been when you’d planned it with Kyungsoo. Nevertheless, you went on to physically and mentally ready yourself for your flight at noon.

Minseok, an early riser by habit, was still in bed at half past eight.

“Minseok?”

You leaned over his asleep form but nothing. So you put an arm on his shoulder and tried to lightly shake him awake only to receive a muffled groan in response. A hand on his sweaty forehead confirmed your suspicions.

Without giving it a second thought, you texted Kyungsoo, called off the trip and to avoid the inconvenient onslaught of questions, turned your phone off. Feeling an overwhelming sense of concern, laced with guilt and anxiety, you shook Minseok awake.

“You’re burning up!”, panic struck, you nearly yelled at your groggy husband.

“I don’t feel so well… Please call Soo-ah, she’ll take care of me. What’s the time? Have you called yourself a cab?”, Minseok spoke in laborious gasps.

“There’s no need to call Soo-ah”, you said, straightening the duvet, “I’m not going anywhere.”

To your utter surprise, Minseok did not, in any way, nudge you to carry on with your plans. Instead, he thanked you with a slight nod and a small smile. His gentle, cherubic smile made your heart skip a beat, it cooped you up in an inexplicable warmth.

To you, an uwell Minseok was uncharted territory and during the course of the day you realised he wasn't very different from a tantrum throwing infant.

You started your day with committed the cardinal sin of denying him his morning cup of coffee.

“I’ll drink twice as much water to rehydrate!” He whined.

“Ugh! Don’t make this harder than it already is! I'm grasping at straws here!" You shouted from the kitchen while whipping up rice porridge for breakfast.

His protests against the mushy bowl for his first meal were comparatively milder, which was a welcome relief but your caffeine deprived husband sporadically kept shooting you snarky sideway glances. All hell broke loose when you had to nearly shove the acetaminophen pill in his mouth.

“Yah! Are you trying to kill me? This is fatal!”, he’d started talking in pouts now.

“Yah! Kim Minseok!”, annoyed, you glared at him.

A round-eyed Minseok stared at you in disbelief before quietly dry swallowing the pill.

The medicine was quick to act, stabilizing his temperature. So you asked your stickler for cleanliness husband to go take a quick shower but the man wouldn’t budge.

“I want to stay in bed all day”, he smiled adorably.

“You’re not exactly smelling like fresh lilies right now, Minseok. Who’s to take care of you if I faint?”, you teased.

His face flushed as he begrudgingly stepped out of the comfort of his duvet. Grinning with glee, you proceeded to cook him chicken soup for lunch.

Lunch was awfully quiet.

“Did you not like the soup?”, you asked in mock concern. You were sure your comment from earlier was the reason for his mopey face since the fragrance of his cologne overpowered the aroma of your chicken soup.

“No, the soup’s just fine”, he deadpanned, making you chortle.

“You should fall ill more often, this is fun!”, you giggled.

A pink blush rose to his cheeks as he swirled the spoon in his bowl, “I agree.”

***

While Minseok napped, you prepped for dinner. The www suggested a light bean sprouts soup with a side of rice and kimchi.

“Shall we eat in front of the TV today?”, you asked Minseok.

“Sure! Anything you wanna watch?”, slumping into the sofa, he flipped over to the primetime news.

You groaned.

“What? You love this anchor!”

“And how do you know that?”, you asked, slurping your soup.

“I follow you on Twitter, remember?”

“Hmm but I lack the cerebral capacity for this tonight”, you snatched the remote out of his hand and played The Running Man instead.

Yoo Jae-suk and Lee Kwang Soo’s antics left you in splits. Dinner ended with you sniffing water up your nose and an alarmed Minseok furiously thumping your back as you continued to giggle foolishly.

“I don’t remember the last time I laughed this hard”, you cried.

Minseok smiled awkwardly taking in your behaviour he wasn’t accustomed to, “Let me help you clean up...then I should probably head to bed.”

“Wait”, you floundered out of the couch, “just one more thing!”

“I swear I took the last dose when you weren’t looking!”

“I know that because I was looking!”, your voice carried from the kitchen.

“Here…. I’ve been too harsh with you today”, you offered him a slab of tiramisu making him almost jump out of his seat in delight.

“What’s this?”

“Your question is low-key offensive, Minseok!”

“No, I know, I mean...thank you. For everything.”, his lips curled in a sincere smile making your heart flutter.

***

For someone who holds his liquor well, flu medication made Minseok really drowsy, real quick.

As you tucked him in bed, you switched your phone on with your numb fingers. It beeped furiously with a flurry of angry messages from Kyungsoo, making Minseok stir in his sleep.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered.

“I love you”, he mumbled in his sleep-befuddled state.

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blouisparadise · 5 years

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Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics that feature dark Harry. We tried not to include anything too extreme (e.g. rape and non-con), but please still be sure to heed the tags and warnings on each of these fics as some of them feature darker themes. We hope you enjoy this rec list, as it’s been requested by many people. Happy reading!

1) A Gentleman And His Angel | Explicit | 2572 words

Harry is a killer that fell for an innocent blue-eyed boy named Louis. Fast forward 3 years and they’re happily married.

This is a look into their life.

2) From Love To Disdain | Explicit | 4929 words

Louis is a wizard who’s slowly leaning towards the dark side and Harry is his toxic ex-boyfriend that he hasn’t seen in three years. Due to a wrongly conjured spell, they end up bound together in chains, fighting to get out of them – literally.

3) Here In The Dark Is Where New Worlds Are Born | Explicit | 7573 words

Harry is a demon and Louis is his eternal mate.

4) Kink Therapy | Explicit | 10855 words

Prompt: Where Louis and Harry don’t know each other but they both have to go to a sex kink therapy group. Harry has a problem where he’s obsessed with sticking random household products inside of people during sex because he gets off on it and Louis has a problem where he’s overly submissive. At the end of the group meeting, Harry convinces Louis to come home with him. They forget everything they learned and their kinks come out.

5) Nothing's Fair In Love and War | Explicit | 10907 words

It wasn't the thought of being a parent so young that scared him, or even the agony he would go through when he gave birth (which, he hadn't thought about till now - something to look forward to!)

It was Harry finding out.

6) Obsessive Love | Explicit | 11325 words

"Are you scared, Kitten?" Harry's hold on him was harsh, keeping him locked close.

Louis looked him in the eye, "Would it be foolish if I said that you don't scare me?"

"Extremely foolish," Harry bit his earlobe to the point that it hurt, before sucking it gently and kissing down his neck.

"Well then, I'll happily be a fool. You don't scare me, Styles."

7) Your Sins, My Vices | Explicit | 12582 words

Harry's eyes landed on him; a little omega, pure and innocent, looking like his wildest fantasy. Yet there was an edge to the young man. An instinct telling him that the omega was different, not someone who would walk a step behind him and follow him blindly.

"Stop staring at me like a creep," the omega snapped.

8) While The Rhythm Of The Rain Keeps Time | Explicit | 13229 words

He didn’t know what it meant about him that he stayed with Harry, shared a bed with him, loved him so much, when he knew what his lover could do. When he knew what happened when the anger twisted Harry up inside and made him rotten. Maybe the rotted parts were far enough away from Louis’s front door he didn’t mind anymore. It was all okay if Harry could come in through the back door and wash away the darkness in the mud room sink.

9) You Say You A Gangsta (That Don't Impress Me None) | Mature | 31174 words

“I knew you were too perfect, of course you had to be the leader of a Mafia… Of all things, the leader of a Mafia!”

10) Captain Jack | Explicit | 31725 words

Louis has been searching for something and Harry is there to give it to him. Drugs, sex, disappointment, and the tangled web they’ve woven that keeps them trapped in the same cycle.

11) Our Hearts Beat The Same Rhythm | General Audiences | 53210 words

"You knew, who I was when you agreed to be with me."

And Louis did know. Faith had a funny way of working because Harry Styles was Louis Tomlinson' soulmate.

Harry Styles, who was the epitome of word ruthless man and Louis had been okay with it.

That's until Louis gets pregnant and has to run for his baby safety.

12) Provoked. | Mature | 53383 words

Note: This fic was deleted, so the above link leads to a PDF.

“You’re not afraid of me.” Harry had just retired from his study for the night and was getting into bed beside Louis.

His mate chose to indiscreetly cower away from the Alpha’s arms that lay jobless at his sides. “How can you tell?”

“Come here.” Harry had no sense of empathy or gentility; he commanded when necessary and simply took what he needed at other times.

Louis turned over onto his other side, facing Harry with wide and cautious eyes. He regarded Harry’s rigid side profile in the dark with a mixture of emotions. “I am afraid of you.”

13) Floating | Explicit | 56008 words

Note: This fic has BH mentions. It is also locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

There's places that you can go to get help. The doctor's, psychiatrists, psychologists and all that run in between. And then there's places that fall on the edge of those recognised institutions. Places that offer the kind of therapy that most medical boards would reject on the ground of ethics. That's the kind of place Louis Tomlinson needs. It's the kind of place he has found. And so he goes. To a sex therapist with an unorthodox way of curing...by actually having sex.

That therapist just so happens to be Harry Styles.

14) Liberté | Mature | 64603 words

AU. 1647. “Pretending you don’t have a heart is not the best way to not get it broken. It’s just the easiest.”

15) The Devil’s Angel | Explicit | 86638 words

"You belong to nobody else but me, asphodel."

Ezekiel 28:13 - For Lucifer has been in Eden the garden of God; every precious stone was his covering, the sardius, topaz, and the diamond, the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, and the carbuncle, and gold: the workmanship of his tabrets and of his pipes was prepared in him in the day that he was created.

16) Blue Ice | Mature | 102967 words

An AU where Louis finds himself in a marriage he didn’t bargain for.

17) Collision | Explicit | 207413 words

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

18) And I Wait For Paradise | Teen & Up | 209054 words

The one where it’s not the Harry who touched Louis’ heart that comes home, but an addict thought to be hopeless. A paradise above addiction when Louis wins so does Harry.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#bottom louis #top harry #larry #fic recs #dark harry #blp #blp fic recs

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mermaidsirennikita · 4 years

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books (in the time of corona)

PART I: ADULT EDITION

Let’s get real--we’re all going fucking insane.

Therefore, I’m recommending some books with which you can kill time. I’m breaking them into categories--the romance category including several subgenres but by and large covering books that focus more heavily on the romance than anything else. These will all be adult books; I’m doing a separate page for YA recommendations.

I’ll be adding to this list as I finish books that I feel belong here.

ROMANCE

A Knight in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux. A young woman is abandoned by her scoundrel of a boyfriend, only to find a literal medieval knight in shining armor. Pure 80′s cheese, a classic in the time travel subgenre long before Outlander ever happened.

The Circle Trilogy by Nora Roberts. Six sexy people, three men and three women in Roberts fashion, travel across time and parallel dimensions to fight an evil vampire and her undead army. Come for three fun romances, stay in particular for the “virgin bookworm queen captures the heart of the formerly evil 1,000 Irish vampire” ship.

The Hating Game by Sally Thorne. Rival coworkers who’ve always hated each other compete for the same job--until maybe? They start? Hooking up?

From Lukov with Love by Mariana Zapata. A down on her luck singles figure skater pairs up with the pairs champion she’s always despised... Unless they in fact, in a STUNNING TWIST, do not hate each other?

Pestilence by Laura Thalassa. A BIT ON THE NOSE RIGHT NOW, but I promise that this tale of a hot virgin Horseman of the Apocalypse spreading his plague and the one woman brave enough to fuck him is WORTH IT. As is the sequel, War.

My Lady’s Choosing by Kitty Curran. A literal choose your own adventure novel, but the adventures bodice ripping Regency romance plots!!!

The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang. A sweet and smart woman on the autism spectrum hires a male escort to teach her to be good at sex. Shit goes DOWN from there.

The Flatshare by Beth O’Leary. She works days; he works nights. She needs a cheap place to stay, and he needs a roommate. So they share a flat and even a bed (sleeping on opposite sides and never at the same time) only communicating through post-it notes throughout the apartment. What could go wrong?

Marriage for One by Ella Maise. She can only get her inheritance if she’s married. Good thing a glacial attorney has offered to marry her out of nowhere, only for paper purposes. What could go wrong???

The Worst Best Man by Mia Sosa. Lina is a wedding planner who was left at the altar. Max is the younger brother of the man who left her, and apparently convinced him to do the leaving. What happens when they work together?

Get A Life, Chloe Brown by Talia Hibbert. Chloe suffers from a chronic illness, which means that she’s never had a life--and so she compiles a list that will help her get one. On the list? Meaningless sex. Which she won’t have with her building’s superintendent, even though he’s really down to help her cross off all the other items, riiiight?

HISTORICAL FICTION

Passion by Jude Morgan. The dramatic and intense height of Romantic England, told from the perspectives of Caroline Lamb, mistress of Lord Byron; August Leigh, his sister and lover; Mary Shelley; and Fanny Brawne, fiancee of John Keats.

Girl with a Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier. Impoverished Griet becomes a maid in the household of the painter Vermeer, becoming his muse after he realizes that she has a natural eye--much to the dismay of his wife.

Snow Flower and The Secret Fan by Lisa See. In nineteenth century China, best friends Lily and Snow Flower follow each other through emotional and cultural revolutions, communicating through the secret language of fans.

The Memoirs of Cleopatra by Margaret George. Cleopatra recounts her life story, from her earliest memory, through her affairs with Caesar and Antony, and her end.

Mistress of Rome by Kate Quinn. In Domitian’s Rome, a Jewish girl rises from the position of lady’s slave to the emperor’s mistress through wiles and scheming.

The Tiger Queens by Stephanie Thornton. The rise and fall of Genghis Khan’s empire, as told through the women of his family--from his favorite wife to a clever daughter-in-law.

At the Water’s Edge by Sara Gruen. A socialite follows her incompetent to Scotland as he struggles to find the Loch Ness Monster and redeem his ancestor’s name--finding herself and questioning her life in the process.

A Year of Ravens. A collection of short stories by different authors, all centering on Boudica’s rebellion through the eyes of her countrymen and her enemies.

Feast of Sorrow by Crystal King. A slave becomes a chef in the treacherous household of a social climber struggling to gain the favor or Caesar August.

Fatal Throne. Six authors tell the stories of Henry VIII’s wives, all from their differing perspectives.

Daisy Jones and The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid. The rise and fall of a 1970s rock band is charted through the recollections of its members--as they recall what drove them apart, and in particular the intense relationship between the leader singers.

THRILLERS

The Girl in 6E by A.R. Torre. A woman with murderous impulses locks herself in her apartment to keep the public safe, making a living as a camgirl. She’s left torn between morals and impulse when she begins to suspect that one of her “fans” is dangerous.

Little Deaths by Emma Flint. In 1960s America, a single mother finds her personal life and image called into question when she’s accused of murdering her two young children.

My Sister, The Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite. A nurse covers up her beautiful sister’s murders, only to be caught between loyalties when the doctor she loves falls for said sister.

The Last Mrs. Parrish by Liv Constantine. A plain “nobody” transforms herself in order to steal a high society housewife’s husband, only to deal with more than she bargained for.

The Wife Between Us by Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkanen. A woman obsesses over her ex-husband’s new fiancee, leading her to disturbing lengths.

The Other Woman by Sandie Jones. After meeting her ideal man, a woman must contend with his possessive mother, who will do anything to maintain her hold over him.

Something in the Water by Catherine Steadman. A couple on their dream honeymoon find something in the water that will change the course of their life together.

The Au Pair by Emma Rous. The day Seraphine and her twin brother were born, their mother flung herself off a cliff and their nanny disappeared. Decades later, Seraphine discovers a photo taken of her parents just before her mother’s death--with only one baby. The only person who holds the key to the mystery? The au pair.

My Lovely Wife by Samantha Downing. A couple keeps the spark alive through murder.

Lock Every Door by Riley Sager. A young woman takes a job apartment-sitting in a high-end Manhattan building. Shortly after she befriends another sitter, the girl goes missing--with everyone else acting like nothing is amiss.

The Wives by Tarryn Fisher. Thursday is one of her husband’s three wives, though she’s never met the other two. When she finally does meet the third wife, she discovers a woman far different from what she expected--and covered in bruises.

FANTASY/SUPERNATURAL/HORROR

Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier. Sorcha is the youngest of seven children in medieval Ireland. When her stepmother curses her six older brothers to live as swans, Sorcha agrees to weave them shirts of painful thistles, all the while remaining silent, to break the spell.

Black Pearls by Louise Hawes. A collection of dark fairy tale retellings.

The Incarnations by Susan Barker. A man receives letters from an anonymous source, detailing his supposed past lives throughout historical China.

Girls Made of Snow and Glass by Melissa Bashardoust. A dark Snow White retelling, with a stepmother whose goals extend far beyond the princess.

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo. Alex Stern is discovered as the sole survivor of a brutal multiple murder, and is promptly scooped up by a group charged with monitoring the occult societies at Yale. Now disguised as a university student, Alex must figure out who’s been murdering locals, while also hiding what happened the night she lived.

The Silent Companions by Laura Purcell. A young widow in Victorian England is sent to her husband’s country estate to wait out her pregnancy, and is not alarmed to discover a “silent companion” (a painted wooden figure) in the house. But when the figure’s eyes begin following her, she is sucked into a history beyond her imagination.

Circe by Madeline Miller. The story of the woman who would seduce Odysseus, from her beginnings as a plain witch born of Helios and a mother who couldn’t care less. A classic rise to power story.

CONTEMPORARY LIT

Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows by Balli Kaur Jaswal. Down on her luck Nikki takes up a job as a creative writing class instructor for the Punjabi widows in her West London neighborhood. It turns out that the widows thought she was there to teach them to write in English--which leads to the class becoming a place for them to share their stories orally instead. And it turns out that they’re a bit... erotic.

An American Marriage by Tayari Jones. Upwardly mobile newlyweds Celestina and Roy have their lives upended when Roy is falsely accused of a terrible crime and sent to prison for twelve years. When he’s released early after five, he returns home to find that Celestina has changed completely, and their marriage is entirely unknown.

Stay With Me by Ayobami Adebayo. A young Nigerian couple has always been against polygamy; but after the wife fails to get pregnant, her in-laws show up on their doorstep with a second wife.

NON-FICTION/MEMOIR

Harem: The World Behind The Veil by Alev Lytle Croutier. An examination of the Ottoman Empire’s harem culture, focusing on the women within.

Love For Sale: A World History of Prostitution by Nils Johan Ringal. Not really a GLOBAL history of prostitution, but a good introduction starting with ancient times and going into the cases of more recent madams in America, with a strong case for legalization worldwide.

Georgiana: Duchess of Devonshire by Amanda Foreman. A readable biography of the famously scandalous and tragic duchess, to be read while you kill time rewatching “The Duchess” starring Keira Knightley.

Lucrezia Borgia: Life, Love, and Death in Renaissance Italy by Sarah Bradford. A fair but none-too-precious assessment of one of Renaissance Italy’s most controversial women, and an analysis of her relationships with her father and brother.

The Life and Death of Anne Boleyn by Eric Ives. While you’re quarantining, you might as well read the definitive Anne Boleyn biography, yes? This one is responsible for much of the modern attitude on Anne.

Queen of Fashion: What Marie Antoinette Wore to the Revolution by Caroline Weber. A fascinating analysis of Marie Antoinette’s political life through her clothes.

The Monster of Florence by Douglas Preston and Mario Spezi. An analysis of the infamous, unsolved “Monster of Florence” case. One of the most gruesome serial killers in Italy’s history, the monster’s crimes were pinned on several different men, and even investigated by the prosecutor who botched the Amanda Knox case.

The Forger’s Spell: A True Story of Vermeer, Nazis, and the Greatest Art Hoax of the Twentieth Century by Edward Dolnick. An examination of the case of Han van Meegeren, a painter who forged and sold many Dutch master fakes, and the pretentious art world that let him get away with it for years.

The Secret History of the Mongol Queens: How the Daughters of Genghis Khan Rescued His Empire by Jack Weatherford. A study of the women in Genghis Khan’s family, and in particular those that kept his empire from falling to ruin after his death. A good companion read with Stephanie Thornton’s fiction novel Tiger Queens mentioned above.

Chasing Aphrodite: The Hunt for Looted Antiquities at the World’s Richest Museum by Jason Felch and Ralph Frammolino. How did the Getty Museum end up with so many stolen artifacts? This book aims to find out.

The Creation of Anne Boleyn by Susan Bordo. A different kind of Anne Boleyn book, studying her portrayal in culture and fiction--complete with input from Natalie Dormer following her portrayal of Anne Boleyn on The Tudors.

Blood Sisters: The Women Behind the Wars of the Roses by Sarah Gristwood. An examination of the women of the houses of Lancaster and York during their famous, long-running conflict--and how these women had an impact on battles and politics alike.

The Dragon Behind the Glass: A True Story of Power, Obsession, and the World’s Most Coveted Fish by Emily Voigt. The author delves into why people are so obsessed with the arowana, a rare and exotic fish, to the point that they’ll commit murder--and becomes wrapped up in the fascination herself.

The Rules Do Not Apply by Ariel Levy. Over the course of a month, Ariel Levy watches everything she held true in her life--her financial security, her career, her marriage, and her pregnancy--fall apart. Levy must confront what it means to live an “unconventional” and “free” life, only for that to become meaningless, and pick up the pieces.

From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World to find The Good Death by Caitlin Doughty. Doughty recounts her global travels to observe and study different funerary and death rituals, recounting and analyzing her experiences with respect and personality.

Lady Killers: Deadly Women Throughout History by Tori Telfer. A collection of female serial killers, analyzing why they did what they did and the cultural legacy they left behind.

Severed: A History of Heads Lost and Heads Found by Frances Larson. A history of decapitated human heads, and what different cultures have done with them.

From Scratch: A Memoir of Love, Sicily, and Finding Home by Tembi Locke. Tembi Locke was never truly accepted by her husband’s Sicilian family, as a black American woman. But when Saro dies young of cancer, she finds herself more deeply entwined her in-laws, as she works to pick up the pieces. (Warning: one of the most achingly romantic books I’ve ever read; but it will destroy you.)

#books #book recommendations #book recs #self reblog for new addition

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TSB MIV Week 4 Roundup!

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Title: All that’s best of dark and bright Collaborator: cami-chats Card Number: 4049 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A4 - Tower Ship: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier Rating: Mature Major Tags: Some bad polyamory etiquette in the beginning, Non-con kiss, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier Are Separate Personalities, Polyamory, Established Winter Soldier/Tony Stark, Getting Together, Bad Polyamory Etiquette, Insecurity, Communication, First Kiss Summary: Bucky thought it would feel great when Tony and Winter agreed to date him. Mostly he's confused and second-guessing himself at every turn. Word Count: 4148

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Title: Broken Wings Collaborator: starktrekkingaroundasgard Card Number: 4048 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A5 - Wing fic Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Teen Major Tags: None Summary: After he is injured in battle, Tony does all he can to rebuild Rhodey’s wings and help him regain his confidence. Word Count: N/A

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Title: Just Don’t Bite Me, Okay? Collaborator: Riot Card Number: 4052 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K1 - Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: moodboard and tiny fic, non-graphic injury, vaguely post-AoU, animal transformation, Bucky Barnes on the run, Tony Stark has always been a cat but now it’s official Summary: Tony hates magic. He hates it for a lot of reasons, not least of all his current predicament. Bucky on the other hand is much too busy struggling to stay alive to worry about anything else, much less magic. Right up until he finds an injured cat in an alley. Word Count: 404

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Title: “Hey Tony” Collaborator: Riot Card Number: 4052 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R4 - All’s Well that Ends Well Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: vague non-powered college AU, Steve as the very sick of this best friend. Summary: Steve points out that Bucky never calls Tony by his actual name. Bucky doesn’t believe him, until he does. Word Count: 811

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Title: By Scent Collaborator: camichats Card Number: 4049 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K5 - “You Did What?” Ship: Tony Stark/Winter Soldier Rating: E Major Tags: A/B/O smut, Accidental Bonding Summary: Tony was twenty and unmated, so his parents threw an old-style masquerade for him. He hadn’t liked the idea from the moment he heard it, but he liked it even less after hooking up with an alpha at the party that he couldn’t find again afterwards. Word Count: 11,880

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Title: Falling With Style Collaborator: iam93percentstardust Card Number: 4012 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - Flying Ship: IronBros Rating: Gen Major Tags: Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Avengers (2012) compliant, Gen Fic Summary: When Tony was a little boy, his favorite thing to do was go to the airport so he could watch the planes take off. Word Count: 839

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Title: Get What You Paid For Collaborator: camichats Card Number: 4049 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S2 - Kink: Public/Semi-Public Sex Ship: Tony Stark/Winter Soldier Rating: E Major Tags: PWP, Semi-Public Sex Summary: Winter and Tony sneak down to a hall that's off the main room and have to keep quiet. Word Count: 698

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Title: ThunderIron Rec List Collaborator: SierraNovembr Card Number: 4033 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T5 - Tony Stark/Thor Ship: ThunderIron Rating: N/A Major Tags: N/A Summary: A rec list of my top five favorite thunderiron fics. for @tonystarkbingo Word Count: N/A

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Title: Something Sweet Collaborator: newnewyorker93 Card Number: 4042 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R4 - Happily Ever After Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff Summary: Tony livens up Pepper's day with some sweet treats. Word Count: 963

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Title: Cookie Avengers Say Vote! Collaborator: Gavilan Card Number: 4092 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T5 - Election Day Ship: Tony Stark & Steve Rogers Rating: Gen Major Tags: Food, fandom baking project, US politics Summary: Iron Man and Captain America gingerbread cookies with a Florida “I Voted” sticker. Word Count: N/A

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Title: Dancing Around the Subject Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 4007 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T5 - Resolve Ship: Pepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Minor canon divergence, Pepper POV Summary: Pepper knows better than to dance with her boss, but she does it anyways. Word Count: 727

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Title: The Start of Something New - Chapter 1: This “Us” Thing Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 4034 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - First Date Ship: Pepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: missing scenes, developing relationship, first date, self-esteem issues, vacation Summary: After their first kiss on the rooftop, Pepper and Tony arrange a way to figure out this new thing they’ve got started between them. Word Count: 2362

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Title: Height Restriction Collaborator: Magica Card Number: 4019 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T1 - Animal Transformation Ship: WinterIronStrange Rating: Teen Major Tags: Humor, animal transformation, magic Summary: Hit by a stray spell of Loki's during battle, Tony discovers it has a rather unusual effect. The penthouse was not made for this. Word Count: 2256

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Title: You Give Me Reason to Live Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 4007 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R3 - Kink: Lingerie Ship: Pepperony Rating: Mature Major Tags: Striptease, semi-public semi-nudity, exhibitionism Summary: Pepper has a very special (and not-so-private) gift planned for Tony. Word Count: 1885

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Title: i come as a woman, dark and open - Chapter 8 Collaborator: deathsweetqueen Card Number: 4066 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R1 - Kink: Candles Ship: Stuckony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Female Tony Stark, Regency AU, Misogyny, Racism, Explicit Sexual Content, Emotional Infidelity, Slurs, Marital Dissatisfaction Summary: When Toni first meets Captain Steve Rogers at one of the biggest gatherings of the season, she is not impressed. On the other hand, his best friend, the charming James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, was an utter delight. Unfortunately for her, after a series of misunderstandings at said party, she is forced to accept Steve’s hand in marriage in order to save her family’s reputation. And while Toni never expected a fairy tale, she had always hoped that companionship would one day turn into something more. How was she to know that Steve was just as charmed by Bucky as she was? a.k.a. Steve and Toni get married to each other; there are more misunderstandings; Bucky is an absolute delight and possibly the saving grace for their marriage; and somehow, all three end up falling in love with each other in the process. Word Count: 33,313

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Title: i die with variety - Chapter 1 Collaborator: deathsweetqueen Card Number: 4066 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A1 - WTF Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Mature Major Tags: major character death, immortality in a way but it will end at some time, explicit sexual content. Warnings for this Chapter: deaths in various, graphic circumstances, violence, alcohol poisoning, alcohol-related death, domestic violence. Summary: The first time that Tony dies, he is four and he’s building his very first circuit board from scratch. He’s connecting the finished product to the multimeter to check the voltage, the current and resistance, when a lead slips, a shock ricochets up through his spine, and he sees black. He’s on his back, when his eyes flutter open, and he’s staring up at the ceiling. He gets up, frowning, rubbing at his eyes, and then, he sees the frayed wire on the end of the multimeter. Huh, he thinks and moves on almost immediately. Word Count: 3992

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Title: You Never Stop Counting Collaborator: BennyBatch Card Number: 4005 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R1 - Damsels (and others) in distress Ship: FrostIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Frigga feels, mourning Summary: Tony didn’t ask about Loki’s mother; he knew better than that. Word Count: 871

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Title: gatekeeper of an endless war - Chapter 1 Collaborator: deathsweetqueen Card Number: 4066 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R3 - Meet Ugly Ship: Stony Rating: Mature Major Tags: Raiders of the Lost Ark AU, Violence, Nazis. Summary: In 1939, Tony Stark's bar in Bangalore goes up in flames when his ex-lover, Steve Rogers, comes looking for an artefact that belonged to his father, and before he knows what is happening, he finds himself joining forces with Steve to foil a Nazi plot to find the fabled Syamantaka Gem, rumoured to ensure that its bearer would never encounter any calamities and would always be full of prosperity and plenitude, before they can use the gem's unbelievable powers to turn the tide of the war in Hitler's favour. Word Count: 4603

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thewondersofsmut · 5 years

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Friendly Rivalry

Request/s: Dean x reader. For a hunt they have to go undercover as a couple, they accidentally get married. – @writingkeepsmewhole AND Hey ! Can you a dean one where y/n and dean are rivals and that one hunt brings them closer and making them think that the other is not bad as they thought and them becoming friends and then lovers. i love your works. Waiting for it... – Anon

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, talk of past pain

Word Count: 3890

Author’s Note: Hope this hits the spots in the requests! Feedback is always appreciated. Requests are open, mostly Dean and Damon, I’ma try to do some Sam (maybe).

Gif Credits

“D’ya hear about the Winchesters taking out two vampire nests in a week?” “Yeah, but (y/l/n) took out five wendigos—five! They don’t even come out like that!” You smirked as you heard the stories of the Dean-(y/n) Rivalry floating about, these hunters didn’t even know you were there. “Seem to be a fan favorite.” Jo smirked as she passed you a glass of bourbon. “I think—“

Before you can reply, the bell by the door rang and, “Speak of the devil.” You mumbled to yourself as the Winchesters entered coming straight to the bar. “Hey Jo.” The shorter one mused and then turning to your direction. You smiled straightly, tilting your head to the side. “Oh! Who do we have here...” He started, his green eyes seemingly sparkling.

“Nice to see you again, Dean.” You said, voice challenging and then you looked up to the taller, much nicer Winchester. “Always glad to see you, Sam.” You sweetly said, smiling up to him before your gaze went back to the elder Winchester. “How ‘bout we leave these two love birds to figure out their differences?” Jo asked Sam, throwing a wink at you, the younger brother chuckled and nodded, following Jo.

“What brought you to these parts?” You asked, swirling your glass. Dean looked you up and down. It all started when he saw you at Bobby Singer’s garage, changing the oil under your car. You slid out and he smirked at you. That was the start of yours and his friendly rivalry—the so called who’s the better hunter. “Great job on the nests.” You mumbled when he didn’t answer you.

“And you with the wendigos, you gotta tell me what’s up with that hunt, I’m sure it wasn’t a coincidence.” He said. You shook your head with a wince. He looked at you, concerned. “You okay there, kid?” He asked and you grinned. “Better than ever.” You answered. “To answer you, we’re here to ask for help.” He said. You knitted your eyebrows.

“The Winchesters,” You snickered. “Need help?” You leaned back to your seat, his leathery gun powder scent evading your thoughts. “This isn’t the best look for our rivalry, now is it, Dean.” You joked. “Plus, you haven’t exactly worked with me, how do you know I’m not a nut job?” You added. “I trust the stories.” He said, raising an eyebrow at you. “Trust is a strong word—“ “So is the tension between you two.” Ellen said, rather loudly to cut you both off, the sound of beer bottles hitting the wood.

“Who would we rather ask for help in this full bar of hunters? The great (y/n) (y/l/n) or Bob, Henry, and Jack over in the corner there.” He snickered. You rolled your eyes. “Well let me know what we’re dealing with, gotta grab something from my car.” You declared and hopped off your seat.

You went to your car and re-patch yourself up, the cut feeling worse than yesterday. “That doesn’t look good.” You heard and jumped, hitting your head on the trunk making you groan, reaching to rub your head. Almost falling back, Dean was quick on his feet and reached out his arms, catching your back and carrying you on his arms.

He laid you on top of the hood and peeled off your bandage. “(Y/n), this is a nasty cut.” Dean scrunched his face. “Sweetheart, how are you even walking around?” He stammered. “It’s nothing, Dean, had it worse.” You maintained composure, lifting up your shirt to reveal your cut that stretched from one end of the stomach to the other. You smiled, pursing your lips, he bit his lip and you seemed to stare at those plush pink lips. “I’m fine, give me a day or two, patch it up real good and I’ll help you kick some ass.” You winked and he knitted his eyebrows.

Dean brought you to the room Ellen let you sleep in and Sam immediately tended to your wounds. “How did you do it, (y/n)?” Sam asked, looking down your leg. “I have this—weapon, I’ve had it since I was a child.” You said. You said, pulling the said weapon from your waistband. “Don’t ever let it out of my sight.” You whispered as you saw the glimmer in the knife.

“My parents made it, forged it, carved symbols on it, and when those pesky demons came to my home when I was 5, it worked, it killed ‘em,” You said, twirling it around. “I figured, if this thing can kill demons, it should be able to kill anything.” You said. You groaned as the alcohol hit your skin, the cool and stinging feeling left you wishing you asked for help to deal with those wendigos. “Why on earth would you go alone, (y/n).” Sam said, scrunching his face.

“I didn’t.” You said, sighing, looking down at your hands. Dean breathed, his face hit with realization. “I knew what I was up against but it wasn’t enough.” You said, feeling tears prick the sides of your eyes. “Hey sweetheart,” Dean placed a finger below your chin and lifted, allowing you to look into his eyes. “It wasn’t your fault.” He said. You sadly smiled.

“So tell me what you need help with?” You winced when you moved up the bed.

“You look lovely, (y/n).” Sam said, offering a small smile. “Thank you.” You said. “Ready, sweetheart—“ Dean’s breath was cut short when he saw your form, black long dress, he could only go so far as imagining. “I got us invitations so we’ll be able to get in.” Sam cleared his throat, raising said envelopes.

You three entered without a hitch. “And how do we know which one’s the witch?” Dean asked. You looked up, a girl, the prettiest curls you’ve ever seen. You watched your own lips part before she walked away. “I think I know.” You gushed, your voice breathy.

“There are too many people here, Sam.” You said and he nodded. “We have to get her alone.” Dean agreed. “I don’t think thats too hard.” You whispered, following her. “Are you okay, (y/n)?” Dean asked, looking at you. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be.” You said knitting your eyebrows, turning to him.

You three followed her into the upstairs. “You know we’re going to have to escape without being noticed.” Sam huffed. The two huge doors closed and you gasped, looking forwards to see the witch smirking as she tilted her head to the side.

All hell broke loose.

“It’s a witch bitch, alright.” You spat, sighing as wiped the blood from your mouth. Dean swung at the witch, her strength no match for the three of you. “Dean!” You screamed as you threw the gun at him. You punched her and she fell back. “(Y/n)!” Sam yelled and you threw one of the hex bags at him for him to burn.

“Fuck!” You hissed as you were thrown across the room, the witch lifting the brothers up in the air. “Son of a bitch!” Dean screamed, coming at her and the witch threw him right beside you, flat on the wall. “Fiat tibi duo non tenetur ex caritate in finem matrimonii atque, si tu non solum mortem non dimittet vos pars!” You felt your left hand burn, your fingers tingling. You couldn’t look down with the force that the witch had on you.

“Get the fuck away from my brother and (y/n)!” Sam screamed and shot the witch with special bullets. She fell to the ground with a sinister laugh as the life faded from her eyes. You and Dean dropped from the wall, landing on the floor with a thud. Your breathing was staggered and Dean grunted, kneeling up.

You three made it back to the motel with no deaths, apart from the witch, and hell lot of cuts and wounds. You sighed and splashed your face with water. You looked in the mirror as you rubbed your eyes, a shining glimmer caught your eye through the mirror. You knitted your eyebrows and tried to remove the ring. It wouldn’t budge, even when you forced it too.

“Uh, Sam, Dean?” You started and bumped into Dean, groaning, rubbing your cheek that hit his cheek.

“I have never had a ring.” You said, putting up your hand that revealed a wedding band. “Uh, I think the witch cursed you two.” Sam said, realization hitting his face. Your eyes quickly travelled to Dean’s left hand where a wedding band was situated in his ring finger. You raised your eyebrows and your mouth hung. “The spell—“ You started.

“Since you two are technically under a spell, it’s safe to say I should be the one to grab the grimoire.” Sam insisted, standing up. “Sam, you’re hurt.” Dean scolded and you worriedly looked at him, nodding. “No, you two may or may not be in serious trouble but you guys are married now.” Sam said, his eyes scanning your fingers, a small smile lingering on his lips. “Bite me.” He said through gritted teeth. Sam smirked, raising an eyebrow. “She will…” He said and you blushed.

You sat on the edge of the bed, feeling Dean’s eyes on you. “I can feel you stare at me, Dean.” You mumbled, your eyes closing. “You were pretty great out there.” He said. You turned to him. “You weren’t too bad yourself.” You replied, feeling heat rise up your cheeks. “Never thought I’d be married before I fall in love.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself. “You’ve had a boyfriend before.” He stated. You smirked. “Keyword, had. This line of work doesn’t really allow for more than that.” You said.

“You never know.”

“Okay, so the whole spell is let you two be bound by marriage and if you don’t end up in love, only death will let you part.” Sam read. “And is there a way we can break it?” You asked. Dean raised an eyebrow. “Are you that repulsed by me?” Dean asked. “No—Dean, we aren’t exactly in love, we can die…” You said. “And I’m pretty sure we have a time limit, Sam?” You turned to the younger Winchester.

Sam let out a breath. “7 days.” You closed your eyes and Dean pursed his lips, nodding along. “So either we have 7 days to fall in love or 7 days to die.” Dean emphasized. “Or we can totally look for another spell to destroy it.” You countered. “Does it say there, Sam?” You asked. “Maybe Bobby will help us understand.” He said. “Let’s get going then!” You commanded and everyone got their stuff and loaded on Baby.

“Well, let me get this straight then,” Bobby started. “You,” He pointed at you. “And this idjit,” He pointed at Dean. “Are married because of a spell.” He finished. “It was an accident.” You muttered. “Well, as far as I’ve read this grimoire this is a soul connection and if I’m being honest, unless we find the oldest witch we can, we can’t break the spell.” Bobby apologised, looking at you then Dean. “We gotta go for the lesser evil, I guess.” You sighed to yourself. “You really sure there’s no way to find out?” Dean asked. “Well, let me look it up in my witch spell encyclopedia,” Bobby sarcastically looked at Dean. “Oh, wait, there’s none.” He rolled his eyes at the elder Winchester.

You stood up and sipped beer, walking outside and looking at the junkyard. Dean walked to you, leaning against the doorframe. “You okay, sweetheart?” Dean asked and you nodded your head. You found yourself fiddling with your ring, your thumb running over the band. The hairs on the back of your neck stood as you felt his arms wrapped around you, leaving you with goosebumps on your arms.

“You know we can’t pretend to be in love.” You stated. “Who said anything about pretending.” He cautioned. You chuckled, making Dean smile. He sighed and let go of you. You whined at the loss of heat. “When Bobby introduced this amazing hunter he’s helping, he pointed me towards a ’69 Camaro,” He smirked, reminiscing that day. “Oh yeah?” You asked, looking up at him. “Hmm, I was like well this dude’s got a nice ride and you must’ve heard me cuz you slid out from change the oil and I stopped, dead in my tracks, when I saw you.” He recalled.

“You asked me who I was and I just stared at you and you laughed,” He chuckled. “Is this your way to ease into the ‘How To Make A Girl Fall In Love in 7 Days’.” You joked. His smile got smaller. “In my end, I started to fall when you wiped that oil on your cheek and reached your hand out. If you looked at me, really well, you would’ve seen it.” He said, turning and heading back inside. You closed your eyes and sighed. “Well, there goes one day.”

You walked back inside the house and grabbed another beer. “Any luck?” You asked, looking at Bobby. “I’m sorry, kid, there’s nothing I have that can help you.” The poor man sighed and slumped on his seat. “Bobby, I’m scared.” You whispered, looking up at him, the boys were probably upstairs. “I know, kiddo, Trevor was supposed to be your way out.” He replied. You closed your eyes, feeling pang in your heart. “Maybe I was never meant to leave the life, up until I die.” You said and stood up. “I’m gunna take a drive.” You said.

“I’ll come with.” You heard and looked towards the stairs, your husband looking at you with hopeful eyes. You gave him a nod and walked out.

Dean hopped unto the passenger side and you watched how fluidly his body moved. “I can feel you stare.” He teased. You felt your cheeks heat up. “Sorry.” You started driving, feeling the air flow through your hair. “What do you think of me, sweetheart?” He asked. You looked at him from the edge of your eyes, you breathed. “An amazing hunter, perfect, boyish, god—I can go on.” You gushed. “Pull over.” He demanded. You looked at him and knitted your eyebrows. “What,” “Please, (y/n), just pull over.”

You parked the car onto the side of the road with a hilt. “Dean, what’s wrong?” You asked. The minutes felt like seconds and his hand was on the back of your neck, the other cupping your cheek, and his lips against yours. After the initial shock, glad that he didn’t stop, you kissed him back, dormant feelings getting ignited. You moved from your seat and straddled him, your arms moving behind him as you two kissed.

“Sweetheart,” Dean panted when you pulled away. “You’re the one who’s perfect, you’re amazing.” He whispered, pecking your lips.

“Hey sweetheart, want to head out to the bar?” Dean asked, sitting from the bed. “Uh, I’d love to but we’ve got tons of research to do—“ “Go, (y/n), I’ll handle this, I’ll call Bobby when I need to.” Sam reassured, throwing a smirk towards his brother. “You sure, Sam—“ “Yes, (y/n), just go.” Sam cut you off again. You scratched the top of your head and went to the bathroom to change and clean up.

Dean leaned against baby. “You miss yours?” Dean asked when you eyed his car. “Hell yeah, but she’s in better hands at Bobby’s.” You mumbled. Dean opened the door for you, not missing the chance to check you out. A mile out from the motel, you looked out into the open, fiddling with your hands. “Is—is this a date?” You asked. You saw him smirk. “If you want it to be?” He asked back, giving you a boyish grin.

He parked at the bar and you entered, it was the same as any bar you’ve been too, yet, this one felt new and entirely different, in a good way. You two sat down, ordered some snacks and went straight to the hard liquor. “Well, unofficially Mrs. Winchester, how are you really feeling?” He asked, leaning forwards. “Aside from utter fear, I think I’m falling.” You said, truthfully, feeling the sting of whiskey coming down your throat. He chuckled.

“We got 3 days left.” He recounted. “Man, dying from a witch’s spell wasn’t the way to go.” He said. “Damn right.” You agreed, munching on some fries. “Sweetheart, I think ending up with you, would be the best thing that can happen to me right now.” He said, grabbing your hands and caressing the tops. “This life, Dean, we can’t cheat it, once we’ve fallen for each other, there’s really no turning back, that kind of pain is hard to forget.” You mumbled.

“That day at Bobby’s, god, was I a fool for letting you slip out of my hold, but I didn’t want you to think that all I was looking for was a hookup on call.” You confessed. His eyes slightly widened and he laughed. “I’d never think of you that way. If it makes ya feel better, I was on the same boat on you on that one, sweetheart.”

“D’you wanna head out?” You asked, eyes tinkling. “Read my mind.” He smirked, standing up.

He lightly pushed you against the Impala, the cold metal giving you goosebumps, your hands were tangled amongst his short dirty blonde hair, your tongues mingling, the taste of whisky hitting you differently. You moaned against his mouth as he battled for dominance, he nibbled on your lower lip and gave a tug. He wrapped his arms around your back, one hand lowering towards your ass, cupping and squeezing.

You moved your hand in between your bodies and felt the bulge that was growing underneath his pants. He groaned, lowering his head, his teeth grazed you shoulders, moving up to your neck, sucking a mark that soon turned purple. “Fuck, (y/n), can’t get enough of you sweetheart.” He muttered, moving up to kiss you. You hummed your approval, unbuttoning his shirt.

He pulled your body from the car and opened the door, pushing you in and ntil your back was pressed against the leather, fog grew quickly. Dean tugged on your shirt and you lifted your back, allowing him to pull your shirt above your head. You continued to unbuttoned his plaid and pushed them off his shoulders and lifted his shirt, feeling his toned muscles.

He then started on your jeans, pulling them off your legs and you fiddled with his jeans. “Dean, need you now, need you fast.” You were beyond aroused and needed the friction which he gladly gave, his hard and throbbing member rubbing against your core. You two were stripped down until your skins rubbing against each other. He moved his hand down your body, feeling your soft skin under his calloused fingers until he reached his destination.

His fingers slid through your folds, feeling your slickness. You closed your eyes, moaning, breathing a ‘yes’ followed with profanities just as a finger entered you. Slowly coming in and out you, pulling moans you didn’t think you could make. “Fuck, Dean, I need more than that.” You said through gritted teeth. “I know, babygirl, I just can’t help myself.” He replied. “You’re so fucking tight, perfect pussy all for me.” He muttered, kissing your collar.

He grasped his cock, pumping it, moving it along your pussy. “Dean, plea—“ You gasped as he entered you in one swift movement. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Cat got your tongue, babygirl?” You bit your lower lip, keeping in your laughter. Before you can reply, he lifted his hips, slamming into you once again. “Oh you feel so fucking good.” He groaned.

His hips thrusted in and out of you, your skins slapping against each other. “Fuck, (y/n).” He cursed. The air felt thick, it certainly smelled like sex as he fucked you hard and fast. “Yes, Dean, fuck—“ You gasped, feeling yourself uncoil. “Gunna come,” Your eyes were closed, your voice strained as your abdomen tightened. “I know, sweetheart, I’m close too.” He grunted. He fucked you steadily until his hips faltered, the car shaking with his movements.

“Fuck, (y/n),” He moaned, your pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. “God, I love you.” He whispered. Your body tensed and he opened his eyes, looking directly into yours. His eyes full of sincerity and love. Your breathing staggered and you closed your eyes, coming hard around him. “Dean!” You gasped, your body shaking. “I love you too.” You breathed, your heart pounding against your chest as it tightened, tears threatening to spill.

“I love you too.” You whispered, smiling wide. He continued to fuck you and soon after, his cock twitch, coming inside of you.

He pulled you against his chest, slick skins, slight sheen of sweat glistening with the streetlight. He ran his hand through your locks, your back shivering, still coming down from your high. “Fuck, I wished I made a move sooner than later.” He whispered. “Dean,” “It wasn’t hard to fall for you. Every time I hear the stories about this hunt or that hunt that (y/n) (y/l/n) did, how she did this or that. I always smirk to myself saying that, I either grow some balls and ask her to a hunt, even once but,” “But now we’re together and married nonetheless.” You said, smiling, leaning up to kiss him.

“When Jo found out we knew each other, God did she sell you to me.” You chuckled, making him chuckle as well. “I’ve known you, word travels and a lot are about the Winchester brothers how people think you, Sam, and I would make the best band of hunters.” You said. “And every time I’d catch you, I wish sometimes I reeled you in. Quite a fish you are.” You said, drawing circles on his arm. “Don’t they say, there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Oh yes, but I wanted you to be my fish.” You said, almost possessively.

“Well, I’m your fish alright and you’re my fish.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “I do, I really do love you.” He whispered and lifted your head towards him with his finger. You melted into the kiss, getting drowned in him once again.

“Well, you two idjits aren’t dead.” Bobby commented on the 7th day of the spell as he leaned against his desk. You raised your eyebrows at the older man, shrugging with pursed lips. You heard him sigh. “You can’t cheat a spell so it means you two are—“ “In love.” Dean finished, a soft smile playing on his lips. “You two know damn well everyone’s gunna be up your asses, (y/l/n) and Winchesters.” Bobby said. “Bobby, either they run away from fear or want our heads on the end of the stick.” Sam snickered.

“You, boy,” Bobby continued, looking at Dean. “You take care of (y/n).” He said. “Bobby, you aren’t dying yet.” You quipped. “And I’m the closest thing you have to a father.” He lightly snapped. “Touché.” You “You boys are family to me, but (y/n), I took care of her before she can hold a gun.” He said, glancing at you. “All I’m saying is, don’t give the old man a hard time.” He said. Dean smirked. “I promise, Bobby.” Dean said, looking at you with a smile you knew that mean happiness.

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laventadorn · 4 years

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Part 1/2 I was wondering if you had any ideas/headcanons wrt Eileen/Tobias? JK doesn't really go into how they met, but given the little info he gives us its pretty clear the type of marriage they had. But, I was wondering why Tobias acted the way he did. Not that he needs a reason, but I love backstories. Do u have one for the Snapes? Personally, I sawa bit of parallel with how Seamus described how his muggle dad didn't know his mom was a which until after the wedding. I can sort of see...

I wrote one for my first HP fic, in fact! Heavily influenced by Jane Austen lmao

I would change some aspects of this now, but this was the version I dug up from my Ancient Writings:

(readmore, y u no work)

Eileen’s parents’ marriage was arranged, as many pure-blood marriages are. The Princes were a very old, distinguished line, but impoverished, while her mother’s family was relatively new, in a pure-blood sense, but wealthy. Her parents set up the marriage with Mr. Prince, who was rather older than their daughter, but she agreed to it. However, within a short time she was unhappy, since her husband, raised to frugality, was rather miserly and she was spendthrift; and being younger, she wanted to do a great many things that it was not in his temperament to agree to. When Eileen was about five or six, her mother ran away, abandoning her child and her marriage, eloping to Europe with a lover. Her husband was so humiliated and enraged that he forbade anyone in the household to speak her name ever again. He destroyed all evidence of her existence in the house—the possessions she had left behind, the paintings they’d had commissioned, even renouncing her personal house-elf. Even when he learned, three years later, that she’d died in conditions of poverty and hardship, it didn’t soften him toward her; instead, he only believed she had got what she deserved.

When Eileen was seven, he remarried, this time to a widow, one of the Blacks, who had endured a childless marriage of some fifteen years until her husband was killed rather stupidly trying to learn how to ride a dragon. She had no wealth, but Mr. Prince still had his wife’s fortune, and Mrs. Black’s impeccable bloodline meant more to him in any case. She and Mr. Prince were rather meant for each other, however: both were nip-farthings, both joyless and cruel, and both rigidly traditional. They believed in duty, propriety, and unstinting obedience from their children.

Mrs. Black, now Mrs. Prince, thought worse of the former Mrs. Prince than even her husband did. To her, a woman’s infidelity was the worst of vile sins, and she pitied her new husband for having married such a filthy whore. She was sorry that the former Mrs. Prince had left behind a little girl, since naturally the daughter of such a whore would turn out just like her.

But Mrs. Prince was determined to do her duty by Eileen. She raised her to be a proper pure-blood wife—dutiful, obedient, graceful and silent. She beat into her the importance of propriety, telling Eileen how vital it was that she give no one any cause to say how like her mother she was, however much she would surely have the same sort of base, wicked urges as that slut. She also impressed upon Eileen the necessity of marrying into a pure-blood family of stature, since her mother was a fine example of the rubbish that rose to the surface of bad blood.

Within a few short years, the new Mrs. Prince had rewarded her second husband with twin sons. These boys had the benefit firstly of being boys, always a plus in pure-blood families, as well as the added bonus of not having a piece of trash for a mother. The practice of favoring the sons over the daughters was standard in pure-blood families, but the sins of Eileen’s mother worsened her lot. Nothing Eileen ever did was right enough or good enough or proper enough in the eyes of her family; and at school she had no friends, since the pure-blood daughters of Slytherin were fully aware of her mother’s story and had been forbidden from associating with her. Eileen was not pretty, and her home life was too miserable to make her good enough company to compensate for her other defects. Her father pretended she did not exist, her brothers teased and tormented her, and her stepmother ruled her whole life with a fist of iron.

Eileen retreated into her schoolwork, into books and knowledge. In second year she did make one friend, a Ravenclaw named Constance Marlowe. Constance was a very tranquil person. Her mother was Muggle-born, and she would tell Eileen about her Muggle grandparents. Eileen had never met Muggles. Her father and stepfather loathed them, but they loathed Eileen, too, and loved her brothers and the pure-blood families who treated Eileen as if their cruelty was simply preempting every nasty thing they suspected she would ever do.

Then in fifth year, while visiting the sea shore on summer holiday, Constance drowned. Eileen went to her funeral, to which many of Constance’s Muggle relatives had come. They looked like regular people, although they dressed funny. After that, Eileen hated the ocean, but realized that Muggles were capable of human thought and speech, which her family had always led her to believe they weren’t.

When school ended, she returned to live at her father’s house, since pure-blood women of her family’s stature did not get jobs; they got married. But with Eileen’s reputation, her looks, and her father’s desire to spend as little money on her dowry as possible, she received no offers. Her blood was not even decent enough, balanced as it was by her mother’s betrayal. So for more than ten years, Eileen lived in her father’s home, a companion to her stepmother, an object of mockery to her brothers and the children they went on to have.

By the time she was thirty, everyone, even she, was certain she would never marry. Her stepmother even came to relax her restrictions, since she had kept Eileen wrapped so tightly out of a duty to maidenly propriety. A thin, unattractive thirty-year-old witch was not likely to be prey to any lascivious attentions or whims. Uncaring now of the reputation she had so viciously guarded, Mrs. Prince let Eileen out of the house for longer periods of time … although she might not have, had she known Eileen was visiting Muggle haunts.

On one of these jaunts, when she was about thirty-one, Eileen met Tobias. She had gone, in fact, to the seaside town where Constance drowned, perhaps out of a morbid desire to torture herself. He was there, too, trying to get away from his life for a bit, since he’d just gotten divorced.

He had married young when his girlfriend got pregnant unexpectedly. He’d done his duty by her, quitting school and going to work at the mill, but a few months before the day he met Eileen, his wife had sat him down and said she’d fallen in love with some other bloke, but she wanted to do right by Tobias because he’d always done right by her. She and he weren’t in love, hadn’t been since the very early days, even if they’d rubbed along together easily enough, and he said as long as he could keep seeing his girl, they’d be all right. So they divorced amicably, and she married the other bloke, who was a bit older and balding and sort of fat, but a jolly sort, which Tobias had to admit he was not. Lorraine’s new husband looked a bit like Santa Claus to Tobias, and he knew his daughter would like her step-father, if she didn’t already. And although as a young man he’d agreed to the marriage of necessity and had never really been bitter about it, happy enough with his wife and daughter for company, he had wanted more from his life than he’d wound up with at thirty-five: divorced, uneducated, in a dreary, pointless job.

As she was talking with him, Eileen realized she wanted more than anything to get away from her family. She realized how purely she hated them, as if the hatred ran through her blood. She decided to scandalize them utterly: packed up her marriage chest and ran away, to live with Tobias without marrying him, hoping to drive her father and step-mother both to an apoplectic fit, but at least one or the other if she could manage it.

So she and Tobias simply lived together for a while, until Eileen got pregnant. She had been guarding against this, but the magical world had an old wives’ tale that wizarding babies wanted to be born so badly that sometimes, you couldn’t stop them. When she told Tobias, he wanted to get married, and although she didn’t really, she didn’t want her child to suffer the ignominy of being the bastard of a whore. So they were married, very quietly, only Tobias’ ex-wife in attendance with her family. Not wanting to give birth to a daughter that would live the life she’d had, Eileen mixed a very Dark potion to ensure the birth of a son.

So Severus was born. She put an ad in the Daily Prophet, hoping her family would see it, in case it would give them an aneurism.

Before Severus was born, but when she was close to due, Tobias asked her if the baby would have magic. Eileen said, “It is likely, but he may not.”

“What happens if he doesn’t?” Tobias asked.

Eileen shrugged. “Then he doesn’t.” She wanted her son to be a wizard, but she was no longer in the magical world; a Squib child would not matter to her now. She had brothers; she was not even the end of the line.

It was impossible to tell if babies had magic, so for several years after Severus’ birth it was a moot issue. Eileen continued to work spells, because Tobias said he didn’t mind, he actually thought it was pretty interesting. And then one day when Severus was about four or five, he worked magic, and out of nowhere Tobias blew up at the pair of them. Eileen was so shocked she actually flinched away, because although she knew Tobias had a temper, he’d never turned it on her. Severus burst into tears. And then Eileen pulled herself together and reacted, rage and hatred boiling up out of her through her wand, and she turned it on her husband, the way she’d always wanted to do to her brothers, her father, her step-mother, the children at school, and she blasted him across the room and into the bookshelf.

Severus screamed. Eileen stood frozen, looking at Tobias’ unconscious body slumped under an array of books. She blasted them off him and found he was bleeding from cuts all over his front. She hastily flooed them all to St. Mungo’s, where he was swiftly patched up. Although the Healers gave her funny looks, they did nothing to her because she was a witch and he was only a Muggle, and there weren’t legal protections in those days for the Muggle spouses of wizards and witches.

Tobias wasn’t the same after that. Eileen didn’t know whether it was the shock of her turning her magic on him, or Severus’ own magic manifesting, or even the trip to St. Mungo’s, because his face as he looked around the hospital as they left had been haunted. After that, he began to drink more. Although he’d always had a few on the weekends and even more on holidays, he was soon never seen without a drink in his hand or the scent of alcohol on his breath. He wouldn’t tell Eileen what was wrong, and it was impossible to get anything from the mind of a drunk person; even trying it made one disoriented.

She expected him to leave them; expected to wake up one morning and find him gone, but for some reason he never did. They settled into a life where Tobias would go for days avoiding her and Severus, hardly speaking to them when sober, muttering when inebriated, with occasional outbursts of temper that Eileen would sometimes curtail, but at others simply weather out. As a young child Severus was at first frightened, then hurt, and once he grew older, resentful.

Once, when Severus was about seven, she did wake up in the middle of the night and find Tobias in Severus’ room, watching him sleep. Tobias was just drunk enough to be honest. He looked up at her with haunted eyes and said, “Do you hate that I can’t do it?”

“Do what?” she asked, bewildered.

“What you can do. What he can do. Do you hate me because I can’t?”

Eileen just stared at him. “Is that why you act like this?” He didn’t say anything, just looked back at Severus. “No, I don’t hate you. That would be like hating the sky because it’s blue.”

When he spoke, she almost didn’t hear him. “Sometimes I hate you, though. Both of you.”

It took Eileen much longer than it should have to understand what Tobias was really telling her: that he hated them for being able to do something he never would. He hated them for having the power of magic when he was only a Muggle. That look on his face in St. Mungo’s had been shock at an entire world he’d never guessed existed; and now that he knew of it, he also knew he would only ever be on the outside looking in.

But she had not understood this in time. She resented his drinking; he resented her powers; they resented each other’s resentment. And at the heart of it, they came to hate the other for a second chance that had turned to ash, just as the first chance had.

Eventually Eileen realized that the same barrier that stood between her and Tobias had blocked him off from Severus, and she simply quit trying to bridge it. She drew Severus into the circle of her magic, eschewing any acknowledgment of the non-magical world he was half a part of. She had always meant Tobias to show him that part, and now Tobias would not. She taught Severus about his magical bloodline, the House of their family’s allegiance, the world he would enter once he was old enough, the powers he would wield. Although she punished him if he looked in her books without her permission, she taught him hexes and curses and spells that would get him respected among his Slytherin peers, that would receive him the notice of families he would need to impress in order to gain entrance into the society that should have been his—both of theirs, had her life gone much differently. She raised him more as she had been raised, in a manner typical for pure-blood daughters: with strictness and not much indulgence, because she’d loathed the men her brothers had become, alternately indulged and ruthlessly punished as they had been, as the beloved sons of two cruel, cold-hearted people.

In teaching Severus about the world she had left, sending him off into the future he ought to have, Eileen realized she had never been happy in the world of magic. She had known the truth of that, lived it all her life, but never articulated it to herself. But she was not happy in the Muggle world, either; she did not understand it, couldn’t navigate it. It was too vast and unfamiliar for her even to know where to start. As she prepared Severus for Hogwarts, Eileen realized the only time she had been anything close to happy was in that seaside town when she had met Tobias, and she had believed, for a handful of days, that the future would be different from the past.

But it hadn’t been. Now Tobias was gone, and only Severus was left. And even though she had tried her hardest to make it otherwise, she realized that Severus was just as out-of-place as she had ever been; she, the daughter of a whore, the pure-blood wife of a Muggle with a wizard for a son. Severus was the child of two people whose lives had been wasted for them by others; sent as hardly more than a baby into the world of pure-blood politics with such a tiny arsenal of anything they would see as promise, in love with a naïve Muggle-born Gryffindor. If Severus wanted the Muggle-born, he would cut all his chances of entering good society; and if he got the Muggle-born, he would find himself in the midst of people who regarded his magic with jealousy and suspicion.

That was the true curse of the half-blood, she thought. You were always trapped between worlds that didn’t know how to claim you.

*Snape doesn’t have those uncles anymore cuz they died off somehow, and he doesn’t have contact with his dad’s first family. He doesn’t strike me as someone who has a large extended family he pals around with, although I’m sure they exist. I have 1 jillion cousins I know absolutely nothing about, not even their names.

#laventadorn's adventures in writing stuff

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highnessaisling · 5 years

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&&. announcing her royal highness, ( aisling siobhán uí briúin ai ), the ( 24 ) year old princess of ireland. she is often confused with ( margaret qualley ). some say that she is ( meddlesome and reckless ), but she is actually ( adventurous and passionate ).

Hey my name is Plume and I’m very excited to be here ! Let me introduce my beautiful daughter ! It is midnight here so forgive any spelling mistakes. I’m just so thrilled that I wanted to post a little something before bed. I will definitely have a bio/about page very soon. But for now, this little thing will have to do.

Aisling is the youngest and only daughter of King Cian and Queen Abaigeal. She has an older brother Michael. On her paternal side, she has an aunt Katherine who married Lethabo king of Zimbabwe and two cousins Reginald and Nylane Zulu.

She is an environmental activist. She runs the Irish crown’s green foundation and has ties with several other NGOs. She is mostly involved in cleaner oceans and beaches and animals preservation.

She has a degree in Marine Science from NUI Galway.

After her bachelor, she spent almost a year on a boat sailing across the globe for a scientific mission

She does not have the best relationship with her abusive father (I mean who would ?). He doesn’t support her life choices and her activism. Her mother wished to have a socialite daughter and Aisling does not really play that part so they don’t connect much. Thankfully she has Michael. Her brother is her rock and her protector.

The princess used to spend a lot of time in their Connemara Ballynahinch castle with her grandparents. She had a more loving relationship with them than with her parents.

It’s there in the middle of the beautiful nature that her vocation to fight for the environment was born.

She became a vegetarian at the age of 14. She has now taken a harder stance on that diet and only eats dairy, or eggs if they come from her estates or ethical places. When in doubt about the origin of the food, she goes vegan.

She used to ride horses but stopped because she thinks it is slaving the animals. It is also why she does not own a pet.

However she still plays hurling. It is not ladylike but her father pushed her to practice that traditional irish sport. She actually loves it. It made her competitive and was a great way to channel her aggressiveness.

She is reckless and likes anything that can give her a thrill.

She was linked to multiple men throughout the years. Due to her opinionated and passionate nature, she hasn’t had a steady and long relationship. She rarely can stay with someone if they don’t share her views or can keep up with her.

She is the opposite of a snob and honestly can not deal with half of the pretentious royals. She will like you for who you are and not your title.

She is very opinionated and will fight you.

She can talk smack about you in gaelic/irish but will gladly do it in english.

She scuba-dives, snorkels and surfs.

Adores the sea/ocean and was probably a mermaid in another life.

She knows the basic about sailing.

She only wears cruelty free makeup and upcycled or recycled clothes. She is involved in the fashion environmental shift.

She tries to reduce her family carbon footprint but without much result. It is hard to give up jet or planes for safety and practical reason. She did made some progress with electric cars and solar panels. She personally tries to take public transportation most of the time ( security nightmare) and is mindful of the way she travels.

Outside of the environment, she is not involved much in politics. She does care about global politics and some internal affairs like the Nothern Ireland conflict. She thinks that Ireland should be united and that the British should relinquish Ulster.

She fully supports her brother and father’s stance against England.

However she is not cunning or plotting. She is pretty blunt, upfront and easy to read. It makes her for an easy opponent and not a great player in the power games that take place in their world.

Absolutely will never agree to an arranged marriage unless it would be the only way to save Michael’s life or get Northern Ireland back.

She is well perceived by the people of Ireland and actually beloved by the youth who align on her environmental strong stance.

She arrived in Thailand 2 weeks ago. While in Phuket she works with local NGOs and Phuket Marine Biological Centre to clean beaches, protect the sea life and fauna. She is mainly involved with leatherback sea turtles and marine life in Sirinat National Park.

Some wanted connections

cliché bodyguard princess plot

best friend taken by margotstuart

blank space.mp3 (she has a long list of ex lovers and i can write your muse’s name on it)

other activists

ocean lover (or our own mermaid/merman club)

reckless budy : someone to do climbing, diving, surfing, and all sorts of adventurous things with

someone who has a crush on Aisling

the frenemy: They don’t really hate each others. They could resent each others over something ridiculous. Perhaps they’re just not vibing. Either way, they kind of throw shades at each others and be petty when they see each others but nothing too extreme.

disastrous on and off again boyfriend: very messy and constantly breaking up to get back together months or years later. they just can’t make it work

someone who tries to use Ailsing for political gain or manipulate her

all kind of friends : old ones, unlikely ones, recent ones,...

#i will add more tomorrow #but i wanted to post something so you could have an idea of who my daughter is #hshqintro

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preface2adreamplay · 5 years

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Under Your Spell (Chapter 24) - A Most Elegant Impediment

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC /Oscar Isaac fiction.

Stef spends time with Oscar in New York. Old friends and new feelings?

Chapter warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Chapter WC: 2,699

I want to be in every corner of your heart

To haunt your every waking moment

You close your eyes and live and breathe in me

Plucking at the strings mindlessly, Stef hummed a tune she had been working on. Curled up on the sofa, her bare feet tucked into the insides of her knees; something that Oscar had always found freakish, but she was supple, she couldn’t help it.

It was snowing hard outside.

Gazing out the patio doors, she was entranced by it, not hearing Oscar walk into the room, his boots making no sound on the carpet. Leaning in close to her he whispered, ‘what are you up to?’ Pulling back and holding his arms in front of him as Stef leaped off the chair and swung her arms around at him. ‘You jerk! You scared the life out of me.’

He laughed at his own mischief, grabbing her hands while she tried to playfully slap his chest.

‘Sorry, I had to. You were goofing off.’

‘I could have been writing the one masterpiece of my career, and now I’ve forgotten it.’ Stef scrambled over the back of the sofa to get at him. Oscar held his arms up higher in protest.

‘No, don’t start!’ He warned, grabbing her wrists as she fell over and toppled onto him.

Playfully grappling with each other, Stef tried to use her teeth on his fingers. Oscar was giggling, deciding that grabbing her waist and spinning her around was the best way to beat her.

Finally, he had her in a grip that she couldn’t get out of. Both of them were breathing hard, laughing.

‘Truce?’ Oscar asked.

‘Truce,’ Stef agreed, but he knew by her voice, she would attack as soon as he released her. He was broader while she was slimmer and weirdly bendy, but he had speed she didn’t have, when he pulled his hands away, sure enough she was after him with a war cry. Running through the dining room and into the kitchen, he found refuse behind the island. ‘You promised me a truce!’ He cried.

‘I lied, you should know by now that I like to get my revenge.’ The mischievous grin on her face put a bit of fear in him. She was capable of grabbing something and hitting him with it, she’d done it before.

Oscar eyed the door out to the garage, feigning a sprint to that side. She fell for it and lunged at the left side of the kitchen island while he slipped past her. Laughing with delight as she yelled in frustration behind him.

She appeared in the dining room holding a sieve.

‘The fuck you gonna do with that?’ Oscar dived for the fly swatter by the windowsill, dodging the sieve that whistled by his ear.

Drawing his hand back he hit her right on the round of her ass with a loud thwack.

Stef screamed, doubling over to laugh. Oscar had his hand raised to strike her again, but stopped on seeing her fall to her knees.

‘OK truce, you got me.’

Oscar raised his eyebrows, ‘I don’t trust you.’ Neither of them could breathe very well through the exertion.

‘Just don’t come at me if I put this down,’ Oscar reasoned, lowering his arm, still on guard.

‘Nah, I’m done.’ Stef promised, holding up her hand for Oscar to help pull her to her feet.

‘I’m so thirsty after that,’ Stef ran her tongue along her bottom lip.

‘There is beer in the fridge,’ Oscar kept his eyes on her, unsure if she really was finished or if she were only pausing before she attacked him again.

‘Bit early for beer.’

‘Egg nog?’ Oscar raised his eyebrows suggestively.

‘Ohhh, yes, that sounds better.’ Stef led the way to the kitchen, the next thwack of the fly swatter against her ass really took her by surprise. Oscar had run well out of sight. Stef cursed loudly at him, hearing him tear up the stairs and into the safety of the upstairs bedroom.

‘Don’t think I won’t go up there and get you!’ Stef yelled.

Filling two glasses with egg nog, waiting for Oscar to come out of hiding, Stef checked her phone, there were no messages. It had been a couple of days since she had spoken to Jared, a few texts had come through saying that he missed her, asking what gifts she had gotten. No pictures though and she missed seeing his face.

She missed him, the heat of him against her, his long arms around her. Mostly, she missed his sweetness, when he gave her kisses she wasn’t expecting, or running his fingers lightly over her spine while she lay next to him, knowing it would make her squirm.

‘Penny for your thoughts.’ Oscar was munching on chocolate when he appeared by her side.

‘What?’

‘It’s a saying,’ Oscar replied, his mouth full.

‘I know what it means, you just caught me by surprise.’ Stef looked back down at her phone, locking it, she put it in her pocket. Out of sight out of mind.

‘He still hasn’t called?’

Sounding as if he were talking to his daughter rather than his ex lover.

Stef didn’t answer, she took a sip of egg nog and tried to look past him into the garden.

‘We should go out. You’ve been cooped up for days.’

Stef groaned, ‘I like being cooped up, it’s better for my mind. Besides,’ she added, seeing Oscar frowning, ‘last time I loosened up, as you said, I started an affair with a married man.’

Oscar rolled his eyes, ‘yeah you did.’ He sounded exasperated. Stef really wished they weren’t having this conversation.

‘You still have friends here, you could go see them if you don’t want to go somewhere with me.’

‘Nik said he was home for Christmas, actually. I wonder what he and his wife are doing.’ Stef pulled her phone out of her pocket again, typing a message to her bandmate.

‘There, message sent. Happy?’ Stef teased, sipping her egg nog.

‘Happier,’ Oscar grinned, transferring the warmth of his humour into her, she couldn’t help smiling.

‘Thanks for letting me stay this week.’ Stef said bashfully.

‘Well, you always stay, why would this year be different?’

‘Darius is getting older.’ Stef sighed. ‘I’ve been thinking every day about him starting his own traditions and not hanging with us anymore.’

‘Don’t think about things before they happen. Why do you think about shit so much?’

‘Well, it’s gonna happen! I’m tormenting myself with thoughts, I know, I know!’ Stef leaned against the counter, wrapping her free arm across her stomach, chewing on her finger, watching Oscar’s brown eyes disappear while he closed his eyes and reached out for her drink.

‘Come here.’

Dropping her glass on the kitchen island, he pulled her into a tight hug. ‘You’re welcome here, always, Effie.’ He was rubbing circles into her back, his hand reached up to her neck, holding her close.

‘Even if you get married and have another family?’

She felt Oscar’s shoulders move as he laughed silently. ‘Even then. But, I doubt I’ll be having a family any time soon.’

Stef released herself from the hug and looked at him, ‘Why not?’

Oscar laughed again, ‘you sound like my mom used to when I told her I didn’t do my homework.’

‘Well homework wasn’t your thing, if I remember correctly.’

‘Don’t scold me!’

‘Why won’t you have another family?’

‘Do you want me to have another family?’

‘No,’ Stef started, not really sure how she was going to ask.

‘Listen, I have no woman in my life right now. Maybe I’ll meet someone, I can’t predict those types of things. But I have no marriage plans.’

‘You said you wanted more kids though.’ Stef felt sullen.

‘I did, I said I wouldn’t mind if it happened, but I’m not on the hunt for a woman with roomy hips, Effie.’

Stef shrugged.

‘You and Darius are my family.’ Oscar grabbed her hand and pressed it to his lips.

Stef watched his mouth kissing her hand, she didn’t want to say anything, if she broke the silence between them now, while his dark eyes met with hers, would she say something foolish?

She decided to say nothing and just give him a weak smile.

Her phone buzzed, taking her hand from his warm grasp she checked her phone.

‘Look at that! Nik says he’s at home, his parents have gone out shopping with his wife and we should come over for beer and play some guitar.’

Oscar leaned in to see her screen, ‘Nik never says that much in a text, I don’t believe you.’

Stef giggled, ‘well, he said that just with less words. You game?’

‘Yeah I’m game. Let’s go!’

***

Oscar was in the yard on the phone to Darius while Stef pulled out another photo album from Nik’s various boxes in his mother’s kitchen.

‘How do you still have all this stuff?’ She asked, flicking through the sleeves.

‘Mom won’t throw them out, I’m glad though, coz hey look at your outfit in that one!’

‘Oh fuck,’ Stef laughed, ‘the 90s were something else.’

‘But look at Oscar’s hair! Fuck me. Where is he? Get him in here so we can laugh at him instead.’ Stef ran a finger across a photo of herself and Oscar, they were just kids back then, it wasn’t too long after they had started dating. This one brought back sweet memories, she was laying across his lap on Nik’s sofa.

‘You were obsessed with him.’ Nik piped up.

‘Was not.’

‘You fucking were! You two were inseparable.’

The next two pictures showed exactly what Nik was talking about, Stef was again draped across Oscar while he was speaking to someone out of shot. The other was Stef holding his arm in a photo with the early band line up.

‘Good god, you’re right. I was a bit full on wasn’t I?’

‘He loved it.’

‘You think?’

‘Well, he did pursue you.’

Stef snorted, ‘I remember that, he’d spin around in his seat in class and try talk to me constantly.’

‘Well, it worked. You wouldn’t see you without him or the other way round.’

‘I’m gonna grab the guitars from the basement, please don’t burn any of those photos, you’ll love them when you’re old and ugly.’

‘Thank you, Nik.’ Stef leered at him as he walked away, just as Oscar came in from the yard. He put his hands on her neck.

‘You’re freezing, get your hands off me.’

‘Or what?’ he teased.

‘Or there will be a repeat of earlier today.’

Oscar held his hands up and looked at if he were going to take a step back until he saw the photos Stef was looking at.

‘Wow, look at my hair!’

‘It’s no different now, you just got it cut.’

‘And I have more greys.’ Oscar’s face lit up seeing the pictures. ‘Oh man, that’s a trip down memory lane. Hey, look at your outfit!’

‘Nik just said the same thing, I looked cool!’ Stef didn’t really need to defend herself, teenage pictures were never good.

‘Man, I remember this, we were together a few months. Already I felt like we were gonna be together forever. I’m pretty sure I wrote that on my music book, hey, we met in music class!’

Stef chuckled at his face showing his range of emotions, realisation to good memories to the more embarrassing ones. ‘That’s probably why I wrote Oscar loves Stef 4ever on it.’

‘I think so. That was cute,’ she added softly. ‘But wait no, you showed up in music class and stared at me the whole time. We didn’t ‘meet’ there. You introduced yourself to me at lunch break about two days later.’

‘Yeah, it took a couple of days of talking to your friends to see if you were cool or not. You were cute, I swear I fell in love right then and there when I saw you that first day.’ Oscar rested his head on her shoulder, watching as she flicked to the next set of photos.

‘Uh oh, pregnancy photo.’

‘Oh, I may have to take this one, we don’t have any pictures of you like this.’ Oscar pulled it from the plastic film.

‘I’m sure we do.’

‘Nah we don’t,’ Oscar interrupted. ‘I don’t even know how we even managed to have a kid, I wasn’t allowed in your house if your mom wasn’t in the room with us.’

Stef giggled, ‘Yep. I think it was the ‘fucking any chance we got’ that did it.’

Oscar’s nose crinkled while he laughed. ‘You know, I think we almost did do it everywhere, since I was never allowed in your bedroom. In fact, I’m almost certain we did it on Nik’s sofa.’

Stef’s eyes widened, ‘oh we did, didn’t we.’

‘What are you two giggling at?’ Nik came back into the room, holding a guitar in each hand. Oscar and Stef both coughed at the same time, trying to cover their giggling.

‘These pictures, man, they’re hilarious. I need to get that picture of Effie pregnant, I need to show it to Dar.’

‘No problem, take it. Show him how NOT to dress.’

‘Shut the fuck up!’ Stef turned the photo album around to show Nik a photo of him wearing a long, black leather jacket paired with board shorts.

‘Well, at least some things have changed.’ Nik screwed up his face.

‘You still have the jacket?’ Stef asked.

‘Yep,’ Nik stepped out of the room. ‘I still have the jacket and you two are still in love.’ He hollered as he climbed the stairs two at a time.

Stef didn’t need to see her face to know that she was turning bright red. Fumbling with the photo album, some pictures dropped out of the back.

Oscar grabbed them quickly, turning them over.

‘Oh hell, check this one out.’ Oscar said steadily, as if he didn’t hear Nik.

The first photo was Stef on stage, dressed as a nurse for a Halloween show. The outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination. ‘That was after we had Darius, my god, the size of my tits in that!’

‘I remember, they were awesome!’ Oscar was smirking down at the picture, Stef nudged him with her shoulder.

‘Ever think of dressing up on stage?’

Stef was going to give him another nudge and tell him off when she saw the look on his face. His cheeks were flushed, his lip pulled between his teeth. There was lust in his eyes, but it was more than that. It was the look he used to have on his face before he would lean in to kiss her when they first started seeing each other. When every kiss would turn her inside out, every touch was electric.

‘Uhm, I haven’t really…’ she stammered, trying to pull her gaze away from him.

‘I’m keeping this.’ He slipped the photo into his back pocket before Stef had time to protest.

‘And this one is interesting.’ Oscar held the other photo between his fingers, Stef was dressed as Lara Croft, Nik was Beetlejuice and Oscar was a pimp, top hat and cane had been lost at some point during that night.

‘Wow, I still hadn’t lost the tits.’ Stef grumbled.

‘I want to know why Nik had the sexiest photos of you at the back of the photo album.’

‘Hey Nik,’ Oscar bellowed at his friend, who was coming back down the stairs, struggling with an amplifier.

‘Why do you have sexy pictures of Stef?’

‘I have sexy pictures of Stef?’ Nik lumbered through the room, setting the amp in the corner, plugging in his beloved Ibanez iceman.

‘Yeah, Halloween from about 20 years ago.’

‘Ohhhhhh,’ Nik laughed, ‘spank bank? Don’t tell my wife.’

‘You’re on a warning, buddy,’ Oscar teased.

‘A warning?’ Nik cackled, ‘she ain’t your girl anymore, man.’

Oscar snorted, stuffing the photograph into his back pocket.

‘Why are you taking them?’ Stef whispered.

Oscar winked in response, causing Stef to groan inwardly.

‘Right, come on dudes. Let’s jam!’ Nik switched on the amplifier.

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{ ELENA SATINE, 29, CIS FEMALE } ☾ - DAMHNAIT QUIRKE has been seen walking around town. Hazelgrove is familiar of the TWENTY-NINE year old LIGHT WITCH as SHE is AGAINST restoring the town’s Glamour spell. The people of Hazelgrove can agree that the APOTHECARY can be EMPATHETIC yet still be MANIPULATIVE. Let’s just hope something can be settled before the town is turned upside town. + saccharine sweetness dripping from a sharpened tongue; dirty hands and the scent of fresh herbs; bittersweet temptation. { dez, 23, est, she/her }

Damhnait “Dove” Quirke is the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter. Even before her birth, her family had exceptionally high hopes for her. They were eager to raise a powerful force for the Path Of Light. Throughout her entire childhood she’s told that she has a destiny, that she’s sure to be gifted with immense power, that she’ll be able to do anything she please when she learns to master it, that she’s special.

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Dove is twenty-two when she just sort of goes fuck it, and skips town. She thinks it’s about time she start actually doing whatever she wants - and that’s what she does. She wanders from city to city, country to country, and does whatever the fuck she wants to. She finds it remarkably easy to charm wealthy men, and they fund a lavish and self-indulgent lifestyle. At twenty-six, she marries an elderly, wealthy man. Two months into the marriage, he drops dead, and she walks away with a profit. She didn’t really kill him - she just noticed that he wasn’t going to live for much longer, and decided to take advantage of that. What was a dead man going to do with all that money, anyway?

Dove moves to Hazelgrove and open up Quirkes & Oddities on a whim, and begins selling all sorts of potions and tinctures and salves, ( dealing in the odd magical artifact from time to time. ) For someone with such a seemingly selfish nature, she does have a remarkable talent for healing people. Dove finds herself surprisingly content in Hazelgrove, and decides to stay for as long as that feeling lasts.

Dove remains a member of the Church Of Light, because that’s the way things have always been, and the nature of their magic does lend itself more readily to her business ventures - but the darker side of life has always caught her eye. She’s never been one to resist temptation, and only time will tell whether or not she’ll fade from the light.

Dove is self indulgent, flirtatious, vain, and manipulative - though she’s also full of charm, and has something of a soft spot for people in need. Whether she enjoys helping others out of the kindness of her heart or simply because she enjoys the praise and the sense of power it brings her is entirely irrelevant, in her opinion.

It’s not that she’s necessarily a bad person - she’s just not necessarily a good one, either.

She might have a laundry list of sins to look past, but she does have her moments of compassion and a certain weakness for children and animals. ( she has a particular fondness for snakes ) She does look out for those she has a fondness for, and she’s a good person to have on your side.

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A frequent visitor of both Purgatory and the Satin Lounge.

Honestly the worst gossip. She probably knows your secrets before you do.

Again, she’s open for any sort of connections. Friends, lovers, exes, enemies, acquaintances, ect. Dove gets around, she definitely knows a lot of people. Also there are going to be like? Three open spots for employees of her shop when that pops up in locations, so she’s also in need of those.

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