#jamie macdougal

[drchristineputnam]

The smells wafting from the stove sent Nick’s stomach to grumbling. Jamie grinned and patted his own belly. “I’m so hungry, I could eat a…” he caught himself, but not before Mal let out a bark of laughter. “Aye, I bet you could,” he said, winking at Nick. “Nothing like a bit of the old—” “Shut it,” Nick said, cheeks growing warm. Which was stupid; this lot had no right to judge him, given what most of them got up to.

Hexslayer by Jordan L. Hawk

[anisotropic-blue]

Riding High

The second silly Hexworld boys at Pride picture.

I’ve decided I prefer drawing period footwear. Modern casual shoes are a pain.

Completed June 2019

[metropolitanwitchpolice]

Nick be like... 

[christiwhitson]

“When will Fergus get married? He’s twenty-six, and Agnes MacDougal says if you’re not married by twenty, you’re an old maid.”

I rolled my eyes, but Jamie merely laughed.

“Is that so? Well, next time ye see your brother, you’d best tell him he’s an old maid. I’m sure he’ll be verra pleased to hear it.”

Brianna gave her father a look so reminiscent of Jenny Murray, I was surprised Jamie didn’t attempt to shield his genitals.

“Fergus has plenty of time for marriage. He just hasn’t found the right person yet,” I reminded her. “And you, young lady, don’t need to worry about marriage any time soon either. There’s nothing wrong with being single at twenty. I didn’t marry your da until I was twenty-seven.”

“But you were married for six years before that.”

“Fine, twenty-one. Eat your eggs.”

[boneandfur]

Marry in Haste [6, pt2]

Notes: historical notes are at the end. // Words: 2806 // Catch up: Ch 6 (contains links to other chapters)

CHAPTER SIX, pt 2 :: Song: Scarborough Fair, Amy Nuttall.

The housekeeper unlocked the door with a flourish. I prayed to God it was not too late. "My lady, take James and Alf in with ye," she said with a respectful gleam in her eye.

With James, Alf, and Sinclaire at my side, I dashed into the room just as MacDougal laid his saw to Ned's flesh. 

Edmund was pale as a sheet, hand on the bottle of whiskey, agog. "Dita?!" 

"Stop!" I screamed, and MacDougal reared back, his face like thunder.

"Get out!" he roared like a bull, and then he turned on me. For such a big man, he moved fast. I darted towards him, grabbing the handle of the saw from his hand, and in my madness, wrested it from his grip. The teeth were brown and rusty with old blood, and I shuddered in disgust. I flung it from me, it went skittering across the floor. “Sairpent!” He grabbed me by the wrist, throwing me to the floor, but I was back on my feet and in his face with an anger I had not known I possessed. 

"Get out of my house!" I said in a voice of deadly quiet. "You'll not harm a hair on his head, do you hear me, you wicked old butcher?!" 

"I'll no' be ordered about by a woman!" MacDougal bared his teeth, shaking with anger. 

"Get out!" I roared, pointing a shaking finger at the door. I whirled on one of our footmen. "James, run and get a boy to fetch the bonesetter, as fast as you can!" 

"Yes, my lady!" James dashed from the room. 

"My lady!" MacDougal lunged for me, and Sinclaire stepped forward as though to stop him. "I told ye tae stay out o' it! I'll not be told ma business by some slanty-eyed, foreign bitch!" 

Edmund was on his feet before Sinclaire could move, and his fist hit the doctor square in the mouth. "You forget your place!" he roared, breathing in sharp, jerky pants. "You'll not lay hands on a peeress of the realm, sir! Now get out before we call Bow Street!" 

"Mr Greaves!" I shouted, and the butler came into the room at once, he had likely been waiting in the hallway for my summons. He was a big African man, balding, with a kindly smile, but today he had none, his mouth was set as hard as stone as he looked at the surgeon.

"My lady," Greaves said respectfully. "Mr Marlcaster." 

"Escort this charlatan from the property!" I ordered in a voice like steel, praying none of them could sense how I shook inside. Ye may murder yer husband here an' now... As if ye'd stabbed a knife intae his heart.

"Unhand me at once! I'll show m'self out!" MacDougal cried. "Jamie, ye wee idiot! Bring ma bag!" 

"But sir!" Jamie cried, finding his voice at last. And it squeaked. 

"We are no' welcome in this house. I wish good day to you, Madam!" MacDougal thundered at me. As he turned to go, he whispered, in a voice like ice, "Let all who hear me bear witness! I say ye do murder -- an' I'll testify against ye and yer lover at the trial!" Slamming his hat on his head and shoving his bag under his arm, he stormed out, tripping over the person coming up the steps as he shouted for Jamie to call a cab. 

When he had gone, I turned to Edmund, and as though he knew how I trembled inside, he took me into his arms and held me for a long, sweet moment. Then he sat back down on the bed, he was sweating and pale. "What have we done, Dita?" he whispered. 

"She's saved your life, most likely, Marlcaster," Sinclaire said from the doorway, and I jumped back, feeling guilty for comforting my own husband in front of my lover, though why I should feel such a confusing emotion, I knew not. "I'm not a man for medicine, but that blade would have poisoned your blood and condemned you to a long and lingering death." 

Edmund scoffed, but I saw how ill he looked, and my heart squeezed hard. "Always the bearer of good news, aren't you, Sinclaire? I think you would love comforting my widow overmuch, if I should perish."

Sinclaire ground his teeth audibly. “Is that not why you chose me as your second, sir?”

“Oh, you call yourself an honorable man, Sinclaire, but I've seen how you make eyes at my wife as though I were not right in front of you!” Edmund jeered. I placed a hand on his arm, and he pulled me roughly to him, as though he would kiss me, but at the last moment I turned my face away. I saw hurt flash in his eyes, he let go of me, and I put my hand to my lips. I did not want to be a pawn in that game, and yet suddenly I felt bereft, and ached for the kiss I had denied him. “You hope to wear the fair lady's favor and win the race, I suppose. But do you really think it shall be so easy?” he sneered.

“Enough, Ned!” I snapped, hearing the bell ring for the door. “The bonesetter will be here any moment! Do you want her to see you brawling like a common peasant, or acting like the gentleman I know you to be?”

“Send for the bishop, wife, we may as well give last rites. I will be half a man without my leg, I...” his voice dropped and he turned back to me, stroking the back of his hand across my cheek. He was shaking, his teeth chattering, and his voice had begun to slur from the drink. "But why are you crying? Will you mind so overmuch when I am dead?”

"You're not going to die!" My voice quaked a little on the last word. 

"Who in't going t' die?" It was a little old lady, ugly and wizened, with a wide mouth like a toad and shoulders wide as a dockworker's. She had a thick accent, and leaned upon a walking stick. "I be Mrs Mapp, the bonesetter. Ye must be that high-faultin' foreign miss what married this foolish man who's t' race that wicked Duke. Aye, all o' London is talkin' about it." She eyed Edmund's leg with a gimlet gaze. 

"The race!" I gasped, swallowing hard. If I gambled nothing, I would lose everything. "But how do you know, madam?" 

The bonesetter barked back a sharp laugh. "'Tis the Talk of the Town, girl!" 

When she moved toward the bed, her clothes letting off a not unappealing cloud of herbal smells, Edmund set down the bottle. "What witchcraft is this?" He stared at the old woman, throughly appalled. "Who is this hag?" 

"You respect your ma, boy?" Mrs Mapp bent her ear to his leg and then began massaging it roughly, and he howled. "That's what I thought. Feels like it ain't shattered."

"That is what the surgeon said, madam. He wanted to amputate." At Sinclaire's words, Edmund clenched his jaw and went quite pale.

"An' it was you that kicked him out, eh?" She poked a knobbly finger at me. "I like yer brass, girl. Want ter make yerself useful? Fetch me some hot water, as hot as ye can make it, and fresh, clean towels. Well? Are ye waitin' for infection tae set in, ye wee mort?" She fixed me with a gimlet eye, throwing a pitcher off the washstand to me, and then drew herself up to her full height. "Now, boy," she said, turning her attention back to my husband, "you're goin' ter want t' get very drunk." 

When I returned, my husband had drunk nearly the entire second bottle of whiskey, and when he saw me, his eyes lit up. "Look, Shinclaire, it's Dita," he slurred. "My angel." 

"Aye, she's yer angel all right, boy." The bonesetter cackled, handing Sinclaire a strap of leather, and he put it in Edmund's teeth. "Now we'll set the bone. You, lads --" and she jabbed a finger at Sinclaire and Alf, who I had quite forgotten. "Hold 'is lordship down. An' you, Angel, since ye insist on makin' use o' yerself, cant a tune fer yer man t' keep 'im calmed." She chewed on her spit. "Ye can sing, can't ye?" 

"Dita caterwauls like a cat in heat!" Edmund winked at the bonesetter. "Her mama was a celebrated opera soprano, but m' wife can't carry a tune in a bucket!" 

"Ned!" I scowled, crossing my arms. "You told me I had a beautiful voice!" 

Sinclaire coughed, looking ashamed. "He's right, y'know. Your singing voice sounds like a cat yowling. Madam, you'll want to cover your ears." 

The old woman cackled loudly, and set to her work. I opened my mouth, and began to sing a song from when I was a child, Edmund's eyes never leaving my face. 

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Between the salt water and the sea sand. 

Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn,

And sow it all over with one peppercorn. 

Tell him to sheer't with a sickle of leather,

And bind it up with a peacock's feather. 

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...

When at last the grisly task was finished, Edmund had passed out from the pain, and the men were sweating from the exertion it had taken to hold him down. I escorted the bonesetter to the back gate and paid her a golden crown, she bit down on it, satisfied, and then looked at me with eyes that saw beyond mortal knowing, and I shivered all over at the sorrow in her eyes. 

"When he wakes, Angel, he'll be cursin' both god an' the devil. Don't ye let him go t' that race tomorrow." 

I gasped, I had quite forgotten it. "But his second will race the Duke, madam. Mr Sinclaire." 

"Oh, aye? Your lover they say, and they also say this." And she bent her lips to my ear, dry and cracked like leather. "When men and women make plans, the Devil laughs." She slipped something into my hand.

"What?" I gasped. But when I turned around, she was gone, and the breeze brought the smell of ash and bone from the charnel houses beyond the lichgate, though perhaps I only imagined it.

And inside my palm lay a knucklebone.

•••

"I'm afraid, Ernest," I whispered. We were in the back garden, sitting on the bench together in perfect propriety, as Susanna played ball with her puppy, a little white eared runt Edmund's favorite bitch, Cleopatra, had thrown. He doted on his daughter whenever he could, and I wondered how he could ever think her the child of the man beside me, who twirled his finger through one of my red curls, bringing it to his lips. 

"I do not intend to lose the race, if that is what you fear." He tugged whimsically on one ringlet. "Perhaps I need a lady's token, for luck." 

I kissed him chastely near the mouth, mindful of my husband lying inside. "Very well." He handed me his knife, and I wrapped the ringlet in my handkerchief, slipping it into his front pocket. He caught my chin in his hand, brushing his lips against mine as he stared into my eyes. We both took a sharp breath, and moved back -- and not a moment too soon. 

My Lady Grandmother walked into the garden and came up short upon seeing us, her brows shooting up in surprise. We jumped guiltily apart.  "Granddaughter, your husband is awake and asking for you." 

•••

Edmund was sitting up in bed, his face contorted in a grimace of pain. His leg was bound in boiled linen bandages and kept immobile in a splint. When he saw me, his whole aspect lightened, and he patted the space beside him. 

I sat down next to him with my knees drawn up to my chest, and when he put his arm around me, I pressed my face to his broad chest, unable to hold back my tears. "Ned, Ned." 

He tilted up my chin. "Don't cry, I am still living." He brushed his lips across my cheeks, tasting my tears. Of course, this only made me cry all the more, and I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, lying back against the pillows with him, my body curled up against his. When he spoke, it was husky, ragged. "I don't know how I should have made it back without the thought of you in my head. When the horse threw me... I remembered that race with the Duke, years ago, before we eloped, and I thought, At last my luck has run out. And then I knew I could not live a single moment more unless I..." he turned his face, his eyes softening, and he swallowed, hard. "Unless I had but one more kiss from you, Lady wife." 

His lips on mine were gentle, but demanding: his tongue teased the seam of my lips apart, and I opened them to him, moaning a little as a ripple of heat lit up every nerve ending along my skin. He tasted of whiskey and clear, green water. "You do not know how badly I want to be buried deep inside of you, Dita." Edmund's husky admittance kindled such a longing inside of me that I was staggered by it. He took a small sip of his tea, and his eyes held the glazed look of one whose head is filled with opium Dreams. "Do you not ever think that Susanna might like a little brother to play with?" 

"She has brothers." I was referring, of course, to Briar's children, Harry and Joss, who we saw little to none of, though that was more her doing than mine. If she had not been so ridiculously jealous of me, I would have had the boys to play with Susanna, and often. Besides, it would do Edmund good to see his boys more frequently, for I knew he missed them sore.

In Edmund's voice was a bone-deep ache that made my heart fair turn over with pain for him. "I did not know my father, Dita. And I barely see the boys, for she has sent them to be raised by her mother, back in Grovershire." His lips twisted. "She says it is so she can give all her attention to me, but I... Oh, Dita, it kills me not to see my sons." 

This was the drink loosening his tongue, I was sure of it. Edmund had never expressed such a desire heretofore. In this state, I would be able to get him to admit to anything. But I was not that cruel, not yet. "Tell me again how you want to make another babe with me." I twined my fingers through his, and his brow crinkled before he burst out laughing, half sitting up. 

"Why, in the usual way, Dita. Where I take you every which way possible until you conceive, and then you do not touch me again, but go back to your lover." His voice was void of mirth as he leaned back again. "Do I have that aright?" 

"Ned..." my voice was stricken. "You know that is not... I mean..."

"It is what we do, Perdita." He sounded weary suddenly, and a shadow moved across his face. "It is the game we play. By God, I am sick to heart of it."

"Edmund, would you -- oh!" My mother in law clapped a hand over her heart, shocked to see me curled up beside her son in the bed. "You need your rest, my son." She kissed his brow, smoothing the lines away, and looked steadily at me. For once, we were at an accord. 

Very gently, I sat up, attempting to disentangle our fingers, but he gripped my hand hard, pulling me back to his chest.

"No, stay with me. I shan't be able to sleep unless you are here." His lips brushed against my ear. "I need you, Dita." 

"Well, you need your sleep more, husband." I laid my head back down upon his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the place where his heart beat so steadily beneath my cheek. "But I will stay." 

"Stay forever, Dita," he whispered. 

"I will." My false promise fell on deaf ears, he was asleep. 

•••

I could not sleep before the morning of the race, I tossed and turned in bed all night, the knucklebones upon the wash stand, mocking me. The Duke... This was under his saddle... You are a clever girl, Perdita...

I bolted up in the darkness. 

Sinclaire. 

•••

Historical notes: 

(1) Burial in consecrated ground was only permitted after 1823 without ritual, and with ritual only after the 1880 Burial Act. Usually suicides and unchristened babies were not buried in the family plot, but outside the churchyard, or to the north. I wasn't able to find much. 

Source: http://www.sacred-texts.com/etc/fcod/fcod11.htm

https://genealogy.stackexchange.com/questions/10193/burial-of-a-person-who-committed-suicide-in-18th-century-england

(2) the lyrics that Perdita sings are from a traditional ballad, a version of Scarborough Fair which can be found here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scarborough_Fair_(ballad)

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[nightingveilxo]

I have no idea who this model is, but they’re on the covers of three of my favorite LGBTQIA historical romance novels. In Hexslayer, as Jamie MacDougal, an upstanding police officer who lost his leg in Cuba as part of the Rough Riders. In Memories, as Will Marsden, a demisexual steward who was sent away to be cured of his attraction to other men. In An Unsuitable Heir, as Repentance (Pen) Starling, a gender fluid beauty that works as an acrobat with their twin sister. Anyway, this person is gorgeous, so I just thought I’d share.

[mzminola]

Feel free to ignore if you're not interested but If you're still doing the Jamie Prewett Au, I was wondering what Jamie's interactions with Snape are like due to taking after his mother. And if Jamie has a crush on anyone?

Oh my gosh I totally forgot that Jamie’s appearance could change how Snape deals with him. I am working on it off-and-on; I’ve got some rough drafts of Philosopher’s Stone & Chamber of Secrets done in mostly epistolary styles, but they’re not polished up enough for posting. Snape came up in Jamie’s first letter home to Ginny after starting at Hogwarts:

F&G were right about all our professors, but they didn’t talk enough about how cool Professor McGonagall is, she’s an ANIMAGUS, she turns into a cat. Sue Li wants to be one now. And Professor Snape is the WORST. He called me a ‘celebrity’ and asked me a DOZEN questions before we even started our first lesson and called me a SHOW OFF when I got them all right. Then he called on the other Ravenclaws and a couple of Hufflepuffs in class and sneered at them ‘not reading the book’ when they didn’t know some and took away house points! I KNOW the MacDougal sisters both read their books, it’s just a lot to remember! What does he want us to do, MEMORIZE THE ENTIRE THING??? The BOOK isn’t supposed to be the professor, HE IS. What a PRAT.

I’m gonna call him a lot of rude stuff in my letters ‘cause I don’t wanna say them out loud and lose house points, so don’t let Aunt Molly read over your shoulder. Ron says he was the same in their class and picked on the two muggleborn Gryffindors. I met one of them on the train, Hermione Granger, helping this Neville kid find his toad. We didn’t actually find the toad, Hagrid did (F&G were right about him too, he’s nice).

As for crushes...hm. Being in Ravenclaw either makes Jamie’s crush on Cho Chang EVEN STRONGER, or makes it not happen because they started on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team at the same time so they’re already buddy-buddy before Jamie reaches his getting-horrible-crushes on people stage.

Probs still has one on Cedric Diggory, though!

[thegoldenyearsrp]

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[neverhollowed]

Hexworld: Hexslayer - Jordan L. Hawk

Horse shifter Nick has one rule: never trust a witch. Nick has devoted his life to making his saloon a safe haven for the feral familiars of New York. So when a brutal killer slaughters a feral under his protection, Nick has no choice but to try and catch the murderer. Even if that means bonding with a handsome Irish witch. Officer Jamie MacDougal came back from the war in Cuba missing part of a leg and most of his heart. After his former lover becomes one of the killer’s victims, Jamie will do anything to solve the case. Nick comes to Jamie with a proposal: after making a temporary bond, they will work together to stop the murders. Once the killer is caught, they walk away and never see one another again. It sounds simple enough. But the passion that flares between the two men won’t be so easily extinguished. And if Nick can’t learn to trust his witch, he stands to lose everything—including his life.

I was excited to read this installment since there were a lot of hype and 5-star reviews and I could definitely say they were all very much well-deserved! Hexslayer is my favorite addition to this series so far. It was longer than the other books but I couldn’t stop reading it. The action and mystery got me hooked from the beginning. I was also happy that the other couples had a lot of page time and I am looking forward to more of that in the next book (hopefully Isaac and Bill Quigley). This book is everything but missed the 5-star mark by a hair’s breadth meaning I loved everything about it, I liked Nick and Jamie, I like them together but their romance wasn’t quite as squee-inducing as I hoped. However that is just me as other people were pretty happy with the two of them. Overall, still the best book of the series to date.

P.S. I want a Hexworld movie. Somebody make this happen please!

Rating: 4.5 - perfection is only half a step away

Soundtrack:  Wooden Horse Artist: Suzanne Vega Album: Solitude Standing

(source: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36225312-hexslayer)

[drchristineputnam]

I heard some of the children are staying with Nick and Jamie,” Isaac said, breaking into Bill’s gloomy thoughts. “Three of them, I think? One had a younger sister who was still in the orphanage, so I guess they’ve got her now, too.

Hexhunter by Jordan L. Hawk

[morganaskye2]

Hexslayer by Jordan L Hawk - releasing soon!

Hexslayer by Jordan L Hawk – releasing soon!

    Releasing tomorrow!   Blurb: Horse shifter Nick has one rule: never trust a witch. Nick has devoted his life to making his saloon a safe haven for the feral familiars of New York. So when a brutal killer slaughters a feral under his protection, Nick has no choice but to try and catch the murderer. Even if that means bonding with a handsome Irish witch. Officer Jamie MacDougal came back from…

[metropolitanwitchpolice]

Jamie's wondering why no one has murdered Nick yet and then just straight up does it himself.

What an icon.

[drchristineputnam]

Jamie wavered, just slightly. Nick put a hand to his witch’s shoulder. “The last time you were here was with Wyatt, wasn’t it?” “Inside the actual autopsy room, aye.” Jamie swallowed thickly. “But I’m fine. Don’t you worry about me, horse.” “Someone has to.” The undisguised affection in Nick’s voice conjured up a wave of loneliness in Bill. Everyone had been shocked when Nick agreed to temporarily bond with Jamie, and even more so when they made it permanent. But theirs had been a love match, astonishing as it seemed.

Hexhunter by Jordan L. Hawk

[drchristineputnam]

Nick does seem to have a way with kids,” Bill admitted. Certainly he’d been the one to keep them calm on the race to the yacht, and later on the ride back to Manhattan. “Jamie, too.” “Rook claims Jamie is the strict father, and Nick the one they’ve got wrapped around their little fingers.” Isaac grinned. “I’d pay money to see that.” Bill laughed. “So would I. Well, if it makes them happy, so be it.

Hexhunter by Jordan L. Hawk

[drchristineputnam]

The rescue party raced across the lawn to the door leading into the octagonal tower, choosing speed over stealth. Nick charged in the lead in horse form, Jamie on his back. Cicero clung to Tom’s shoulders in cat form, and Dominic puffed and panted in the rear.

Hexhunter by Jordan L. Hawk

[drchristineputnam]

If our bond is putting Nick in danger, we should break it tonight.” He’d miss it. Miss that warmth in his chest. But anything was worth keeping Nick safe. “No,” Nick said. He put a hand to Jamie’s arm; out of the corner of his eye, Jamie saw the startled looks the gesture received from everyone else. Jamie focused on Nick’s gaze, so dark he felt like he could drown in it. “I ain’t going to let you get hurt.” Nick’s mouth curled up into a small smile. “I appreciate the concern, but the threat means we’re close. Or close enough to worry someone. We can’t give up now.

Hexslayer by Jordan L. Hawk