#Mallowan

[detournementsmineurs]

"Agatha Christie au Travail dans sa Maison du Devonshire, Greenway House" (1946) à l'exposition "Agatha Christie en Quête d'Archéologie" au Musée “Vesunna” de Périgueux, Dordogne, avril 2023.

[hiddleswiftt]

I love your fics and I saw you wanted ideas so here I am. I thought maybe you could do a Taylor inspired fic for Laurie with Love Story maybe with like a ball or something?

ooohh! yes! I’ve been waiting on a laurie fic request for a while now!

maybe with another march sister reader??

(tumblr deleted my first draft so i have to re-write!)

LOVE STORY (INSPIRED BY THE TAYLOR SWIFT SONG “LOVE STORY”!)

laurie laurence x march sister (fem) reader!

description - you have been friends with laurie (along with your sisters) since his mother passed away. laurie was the lonely boy who was living with old mr laurence who lived opposite the march house, and ever since he started hanging around with you and your sisters, you’ve started to have feelings for him. six years later, you are travelling around europe with aunt march as her companion whilst you are studying and completing your acting classes. you and aunt march are invited to a ball in paris and someone in particular is on the list for you to dance with for the night! - i tried to make it similar to amy and laurie’s story but the reader wanting to be an actress rather than an artist like amy!

you’ve always loved laurie. always.

even when he had feelings for one of your older sisters josephine (or jo).

you’d be the one sitting aside, especially during your eldest sister meg’s wedding, while you watch jo and laurie dance. amy would reassure you that you’d be okay as you sit with her and beth (as she continued to struggle slightly from trying to get better from scarlet fever).

when beth got scarlet fever, laurie was always around for you. when you found out about it, jo and meg told you to stay with aunt march until beth is well again.

“i don’t want to say with aunt march! id rather catch scarlet fever than stay with her, the poodle and the parrot!” you’d wine as you put your head between the pillows of the couch while laurie would insist for you to stay with aunt march.

he was very persuasive, but in a kind way.

he wouldn’t tell you to do something if you didn’t want to. but this was serious. the spread of scarlet fever was serious. it wasn’t a joke anymore. you just about understood that.

laurie told you he’d come and see you, and you suggested for him to bring either the carriage or the phaeton, which he did, just to make you happy.

whenever laurie came to see you, you’d be dancing dramatically (as you would usually) wearing aunt march’s feathered things. you’d smile at him when you realise he’s been standing at the doorframe of the room watching you.

you’d show him things such as aunt march’s wedding ring (which you told him that she was too fat to wear anymore - he’d snigger at you quietly when you said this), the golden bracelet that was for the only child she ever had (until it died unfortunately…) or perhaps anything else you had found amongst aunt march’s house while she was napping.

you would show laurie the will you’ve written, since you thought you’d be the next to die to scarlet fever. laurie sat with you in confusion.

“from y/n m/n march, this is her will and testament for those that may die after her,” laurie read, “for my sister jo, i give her my..”

in this case the list went on.. and on..

laurie looked at you, “y/n.. you’re not going to die! you’re not even sick!” he tells you, trying to reassure you that you were going to be fine.

then you look across to him, and slump down next to him, “i know.. it’s just a precaution! i will some day.. we all do!” you tell him.

there’s a silence between the two of you. then you finally pluck up the confidence to ask laurie to write something else on your will.

“laurie? i have one more thing for you to add?” you ask him, “i want all my curls cut off to all the men who had loved me!”

you seem a little dramatic, but laurie laughs at you slightly and quickly scribbles it down on the will for you.

“if you want to look horrific in your coffin, y/n, go ahead!” laurie tells you, laughing as he finishes writing your comment on the will.

TIME SKIP -

it had been a year since and you had been travelling around europe with aunt march as her companion, while you completed and studied your acting classes.

you and aunt march were set to attend a ball in paris! you had changed a lot since you left home so aunt march suggested that you should start looking towards marriage now that you are properly of age now.

you had met a man named fred vaughn back a few years ago (he’s a friend of laurie’s) on the lake one summer. aunt march suggested for the two of you to marry, but you were unsure, and you thought that you wanted to make your own match.

you arrived at the ball venue in paris. you looked stunning. one of the best dressed probably..

as you entered the venue, you were given a card which included 6 men that wanted to dance with you for the evening.

you glanced at the names on the card briefly (except for the first - which you headed to first).

gregory lance - the first gentleman on the list. wants to dance “the saraband” with you. so you headed towards him for the dance.

as you quickly got through each dance, you finished your fifth finally. you said goodbye to david molesey - who was your fifth dancer, and looked down to your card again to find your sixth and last dance of the night.

you looked down to spot a familiar name on your card.

‘6. theodore laurence - lancers’

you smile and start to look for laurie, not realising that he was already staring at you from the doorframe of the room.

you smile at him and you decide to meet each other half way.

you hug him straight away, trying not to let you or laurie ruin your look of the night. “laurie! what are you doing here? i thought you were in london with your grandfather!” you said, smiling at him.

he smiles at you, completely in awe of you of how beautiful you look, “well.. i guess i am needed here just incase you need anything, y/n march!” he said, “and you look so beautiful! i almost didn’t recognise you!”

you blush a little and slap his arm softly, “yeah yeah.. what have you been up to, laurie?” you ask him, “anymore of the gambling and the drinking?”

he laughs slightly, “no.. no.. none of that recently, y/n!” he tells you, then you remember something that didn’t do laurie any good recently.

“im so sorry jo turned you down, laurie.. im so sorry.” you tell him, looking at him, making sure he’s okay.

laurie looks back up at you, “don’t worry.. im not..” he said to you, smiling at you and taking in the view of you, then he remembered that you both have a dance together, “miss march? may i have this dance?”

laurie takes your hand in his, leading you to the middle of the room to start the dance. you nod at him, “one often does at a ball, laurie laurence..” you tell him, giggling at him a little.

he smiles at you, as you both walk and start the dance. the dance has become more easier for you both.

you remember when you were younger, probably about five years ago, you and laurie were stood in the laurence house dancing. beth was playing the piano, meg was constantly flirting with mr brooke and jo and amy were giggling at you two while we continued to step on each others feet as you both danced.

oddly it was the same dance that were to start dancing at the ball just then. it was a familiar feeling that you hadn’t seen or talked of in a long while. the nostalgia rushed back to you both immediately.

it felt just right.

as the music and the dance stopped, there was a sense of something between you two.

you invited laurie to talk with aunt march and a few others. a lot of aunt march’s friends thought you and laurie were married!

you just shut your mouth and didn’t say much after that.

MINI TIME SKIP -

you decided to have a break and walk outside to get some air on the balcony. it was getting slightly too warm in the building so it was good to escape for a few minutes.

you didn’t notice laurie behind you, so it shocked you for a moment.

“y/n? are you alright?” he asked you, finally catching up with you and standing next to you on the balcony.

you smile up at him, “yes.. yes.. im fine.. i just needed some air..” you tell him.

you notice two boats on the ocean near to the venue, as you both stood on the balcony. the boats were close together. laurie caught you looking at them, and swiftly looked back at you to admire you.

“those boats are pretty close together.. as if they are on the same path..” you mumble to him.

laurie smiles and takes your hand in his. this gets you to look up at him. “y/n.. are we on the same path?” he asks you.

you suddenly look from the boats to laurie, who had now taken your hand in his. you looked into his eyes. you both knew exactly what you wanted.

“i guess we are, laurie…” you finally admit, as you start smiling at him.

you both stand and admire each other for a couple of seconds, then laurie begins to hold your waist, now leaning into you slowly.

as you both continue to stand on the balcony, you and laurie lean in together for a slow but passionate kiss.

you bring your hand to his cheek, and continue to kiss. the two of you felt alive at this point. more alive than you both have ever felt, ever.

you knew you should’ve told him how you felt years ago, although laurie was in love with jo at the time. gladly, you didn’t think that was the case anymore.

laurie loved you. and you only.

you loved laurie. and laurie only.

you both moved away from the kiss, laughing and sniggering still as if you were still children. you both knew that you weren’t children anymore, since time and your childhoods have gone so fast, and you both had nothing you could do to change that.

you were just happy in the moment. the moment you were continuously picturing for years. you never thought it would ever happen, but here you both were. in that moment together.

you notice something different about him that you didn’t see before.

“laurie. you grew out your hair!” you say, playing with it a little.

laurie laughs at you slightly, “i guess you could care for it?” he says, now looking at you.

you smile at him happily, “always, laurie… always!” you say, kissing his cheek.

suddenly someone with a letter on a tray walks to you and laurie. you pick it up swiftly and open it, making sure laurie stands by you though it, as you think the letter could be what you think it could be.

you read the letter. you were right.

you stand next to laurie and sob into his arms.

“it’s beth…” you say as you put your head into his chest, letting laurie hold you.

you let laurie read the letter. it’s from marmee, clarifying beth’s death.

you weren’t as close to beth as jo was to her. but you did have your fun times. especially that same moment when you, laurie and your sisters were in laurence house together, as beth played the piano while you and laurie would attempt to dance but instead you’d be treading on each others feet.

although you and beth weren’t as close as her and jo were, she still was your sister.

it was as if you planned out her death, as if you planned out your own with the will you wrote and told laurie about a few years ago.

MINI TIME SKIP -

it took you a couple of days to get through beth’s death. you were still in paris, you told marmee you’d come home as soon as possible.

you had a mix of feelings about what could be happening between you and laurie and thoughts of beth, and the fact that you weren’t there to support her when she was dying.

you stood on the balcony of the home you were staying in with aunt march. aunt march wasn’t doing so great herself either. she was falling ill now.

laurie came to see you that same day. he wanted to talk about the relationship you had but he was unsure whether you were okay to talk about it after hearing about beth’s passing.

“i keep remembering that will i wrote when beth had scarlet fever..” you remind laurie, as you both stand together.

“you bequeathed me a plaster horse, if i remember correctly.” laurie thought, as he looked at you.

“i had my death all planned out.. all rehearsed in my mind…” you say, trying not to cry, “i had beth’s all rehearsed and ready too… thought it would.. tear me open.. or burn me down like a house. but now im just frozen!”

laurie took your hand in his again. “ill come and see you everyday, y/n…” he says, admiring you but also making sure that you’re okay.

you look up at him, slowly twiddling your thumb with his, “promise me?” you ask.

he looks at you again, watching you twiddling your thumb with his, “yes.” laurie told you, now reaching into his pocket for something.

you wonder what he was looking for, so you decided to look out at the view from the castle balcony.

it took him a few seconds to find what he was looking for. he brought a black box from his pocket, and showed it to you.

you turned back to him and looked at the box. you were stunned.

“so.. y/n.. could we make it last forever?” he said, opening the box to reveal the engagement ring inside.

you were taken by surprise that laurie wants to marry you. you smile widely, and nod at him, letting him put the ring on your finger confirming your engagement.

MINI TIME SKIP -

you and laurie were on their way home from your long trip around europe with aunt march. aunt march had briefly found out about your engagement to laurie before passing out, and being taken home with aunt carrol and her daughter florence, who had been your other company before laurie arrived.

as soon as you arrived home, laurie helped you out of the carriage to find meg, marmee, father, amy, and jo (slowly) running out to greet you both.

marmee (with her good eye) noticed a ring on your finger. funnily enough, it wasn’t the same ring that laurie gave you a few days ago. it wasn’t the engagement ring.

you smiled down at the ring, and then looked back up at laurie.

“that’s not an engagement ring!” marmee says, realising something.

you and laurie smile at each other as you notice marmee admiring your ring.

“it’s a wedding ring!” marmee says, pulling you into a large hug and kissing you on the cheek, while father shakes laurie’s hand to congratulate us both, and to thank him for marrying you.

you smile at your mother again. “i cant quite get my glove over it!” you laugh, then moving to laurie to give your ‘husband’ a kiss on the cheek.

MINI TIME SKIP -

the hustle and bustle around the march house after yours and laurie’s return and the surprise of your marriage spread amongst the house. especially to mr laurence (laurie’s grandfather), who had told him to go abroad after jo turned him down.

you were happy. both of you were.

turns out that jo was falling in love with the professor she met at the boarding house in New York. she arrived home a week after yours and laurie’s return after being out in town and the professor was waiting for her.

you knew she was in love with him. jo knew you had always been in love with laurie.

you kindly persuaded jo to tell professor bhaer how she felt about him, and from soon after that, all your sisters and yourself were in love.

you all sat together, you and laurie at the piano as laurie played and you rested your head on his shoulder, meg and john with kitty and minnie, marmee and father and finally jo and bhaer.

it just fitted together so perfectly.

please don’t copy my work! <3

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— h4uerkings

[thatshowthingstarted]

"Mona Lisa" of Nimrud, 9th to the 7th centuries BC

Excavated from the Assyrian city of Nimrud (In modern Ninawa in Iraq).

The Mona Lisa of Nimrud depicts a woman's head and the sculpture does not extend much below the chin. It has a band around the top and bottom with peg holes. She is wearing a headdress and her hair is arranged ornately.

The carved ivory piece of art discovered in the city of Nimrud in a campaign of excavation from 1949 to 1963, led by Sir Max Mallowan.

It is one of the most well known of the Nimrud ivories. It has also been known as the “Lady of the Well.” In contrast, another sculpture found with it was named "Ugly Sister."

When excavated, it was cleaned by Mallowan's wife Agatha Christie.

[bleulone]

JONAH HAUER-KING as MAX MALLOWAN in AGATHA AND THE CURSE OF ISHTAR (2019).

[professionalowl]

#trying to find records for a specific acquisition by the [redacted] museum in 1949. it is not working. i have emailed the curator#is it essential information for this 1k word research assignment? no. but this collector is my new white whale. who the fuck are you#not even jstor has acquisition information going this far back (tags I left here)

THE CURATOR GOT BACK TO ME IN DETAIL LET'S GOOOO 🔥🔥🔥

[mzannthropy]

Agatha Christie with her husband, archaeologist Max Mallowan

[tudorblogger]

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[perfettamentechic]

12 gennaio … ricordiamo …

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[reloha]

And she didn’t just sit under a parasol (I know that’s a joke, but I want to mention this). She helped out on the digs. But she dig write. I think she had her typewriter and a table and chair in one of the tents. She also wrote a book about their travels, Come, Tell Me How You Live by Agatha Christie Mallowan.

[bargainsleuthbooks]

Murder Takes the Stage (Phyllida Bright #4) by Colleen Cambridge #BookReview #KensingtonBooks #ARCReview #CozyMystery #AgathaChristie

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[quotesfromall]

In the bone. Yes, and beneath that again - in the heart. So I say that you are a beautiful woman, perhaps more beautiful now than you were a young girl.

Agatha Christie, Star Over Bethlehem and Other Stories

[detournementsmineurs]

Copie en aluminium faite par Agatha Christie car plus légère à porter dans son sac à main de la "Clé de sa Maison à Bagdad" et "Appareil Photo Leica DRP III et Objectifs" utilisés par Agatha Chritie en Syrie et en Irak (avant et après la Seconde Guerre Mondiale) devant une "Tête de Dignitaire" dit "Prêtre Assyrien" (détail) en albâtre gypseux de Kalhu en Irak (934-610 avant J.-C.) à l'exposition "Agatha Christie en Quête d'Archéologie" au Musée “Vesunna” de Périgueux, Dordogne, avril 2023.

[hiddleswiftt]

kiss the girl! (y/n’s version)

prince eric x fem reader!

description - y/n and eric are longtime childhood best friends. you have been in love with him (so is he, but she doesn’t know it yet) for a while now and eric’s parents have plans to set him up with a woman so he can be married. before any arrangement can be married for eric to marry another woman, you must tell him how you feel (fluff and slight angst - jealousy! - parts of this make me think of that one amy and laurie scene in the 2019 little women film!)

for as long as you could remember, you and eric would be always sitting on the beach near the castle talking nonstop, laying together under the sun during the day and under the stars during the evenings.

as you got older, things between the two of you changed. eric’s duties became slightly more important than you (not according to him - the queen’s own opinion), but he always made himself available for you after a long day, just to sit on the beach and relax with you.

you loved his company. you personally never thought you’d ever be associated around royalty. ever. eric considered you as family, even if you were just a village girl. you were still surprised now after knowing eric and his family for eight years that they welcomed you in their own, even if you had a crush on the prince.

you had just had a knock at the door, you rushed to open it. just incase it was going to be eric standing at the door smiling at her, but it wasn’t. it was grimsby.

“what is it, grimsby?” you ask, your smile fading as you hoped something bad hasn’t happened. eric went away on a quick voyage trip, you had asked to come along but grimsby advised not to. you waited for grimbsy’s response, staring at him with a worried face. “grimsby?” you ask again, getting more worried about what he could say, “is it about eric?”

he looks at you and nods. “he’s had a small accident. he almost drowned, we brought him home early.” he told you, “the prince wanted you of all people to know first before everyone else.” you stand at the door shocked at the news. “is he okay? is he home?” you ask instantly. grimsby looks at you, and asks you to come with him.

you walk down with grimsby to the parlour to find the queen and a few other servants bundled around. you find eric sitting down in the room with a bandage around his head. tears start falling from your eyes, happy to know he’s alive. he sees you and tries to smile at you although in a small amount of pain, “y/n?” he says, trying to stand.

you gracefully walk over to him and kiss him on the cheek and lean in for a hug. tears still falling from your eyes, still in shock from finding out what happened.

MINI TIME SKIP -

you and eric sit on the beach together. you advised him to get some air and sit on the beach with you. it was late, but the two of you didn’t really care since you both had each other as you lay under the stars studying the constatations.

you’d occasionally glance and admire at him as he’d continue talking. eric would look back at you, not realising that you weren’t listening, “y/n? are you listening?” he’d laugh at you, still pointing at ‘capricornus’ while he focuses on you.

you laugh, “yeah.. sorry. so what’s going on with you? do you ever think you’d ever find that mystery girl?” he looks at you, now quite suprised. he lays back next to you again, “not sure.” eric replies, unsure of what to say, “mother was thinking of arranging a marriage with a woman from another place? im not completely sure if i am fond of that idea.”

you look at him, now a little upset about eric possibly having an arranged marriage. you had hoped by now that he would have possibly loved you as well as you do for him but you were doubting that he ever has loved you. you sit up slightly. “i don’t think i could see you with someone you hardly know, eric.” you say, becoming slightly upset still.

he turns to you, admiring your face. “why’s that, y/n?” he asks you.

you look at him and sit up on the sand and cross your legs, “because, it’s not going to be the same. you and i. you’re gonna be running off somewhere with a girl who will probably become your wife! we don’t be sitting on this beach again anymore like we used to when we were children!” you tell him, “you know? being here, right now is what I want to do forever. i don’t want this to stop. and with you being being possibly married? i just can’t bare to see it. i can’t do it, eric.”

he looks at you, knowing exactly how you feel. so he sits up and faces you, all of a sudden you were both extremely close together. eric reaches his hand and intwines it in your hair and cups your cheek. their eyes met and time stood still as they gazed at each other. a moment of complete silence passed between them, then he moves his hand from your cheek towards your hand, letting you intertwine it in his.

“im not going to let that happen, y/n..” he tells you, as he keeps his hand intwined in yours. you pull a large smile as if you’ve had a coat hanger stuck in your mouth ever since you’ve met him. “really?” you ask.

he nods. “really.”, he replies instantly, still looking at you. you both lean in gently, with you now holding his cheeks. our breathing and your hearts beating between us. he laid his lips to yours, kissing you softly and slowly. the world around the two of you, blurring and disappearing. you move your hands from his cheeks and put them around his neck and place your fingers in the ends of his hair.

the both of you didn’t care if anyone saw you both. he didn’t want to go with his mother’s plans. he wants you. nobody else. after all this time he had plans to ask you to marry him. he would do it, whatever his mother would say, even if you were only just a village girl.

as long as they’d love and care for each other, it didn’t matter. they’d be able to explore together those wild uncharted waters.

please don’t copy my work! <3

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— h4uerkings

[dirtyriver]

“An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have.The older she gets, the more interested he is in her”

January 1946: Agatha Christie pictured with her husband, Professor Max Mallowan, outside a boathouse near their home, Greenway House in Devon.

[bleulone]

JONAH HAUER-KING as MAX MALLOWAN in AGATHA AND THE CURSE OF ISHTAR (2019).

[poirott]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AGATHA CHRISTIE! (b. September 15 1890)

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie, Lady Mallowan, DBE (née Miller; 15 September 1890 – 12 January 1976) was an English writer known for her 66 detective novels and 14 short story collections, particularly those revolving around fictional detectives Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple. She also wrote the world's longest-running play, the murder mystery The Mousetrap, which has been performed in the West End of London since 1952. A writer during the "Golden Age of Detective Fiction", Christie has been called the "Queen of Crime"—a moniker which is now trademarked by her estate—or the "Queen of Mystery". She also wrote six novels under the pseudonym Mary Westmacott. Guinness World Records lists Christie as the best-selling fiction writer of all time, her novels having sold more than two billion copies.