#professor Lou in the house

[thedrarrylibrarian]

Christmas 2023

One of my favorite holiday traditions it to give a book on Christmas Eve. So hopefully in time for you to cozy up before bed, here is my Christmas Eve gift to you - a rec list!

Just the Two of Us by torino10154 (200 words, rated T)

"I can't believe this is our first Christmas, just the two of us," Harry said as he placed the star on top of the Christmas tree.

Christmas Brunch by @drarrily-we-row-along (583 words, rated G)

Draco wanted to host brunch for his parents on the first Christmas in their shared flat. Harry thought that seemed like a great idea.

But the week leading up to it has been a nightmare, Draco is stressed and Harry's losing his mind. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.

For Everything a Season by @shealynn88 (1,342 words, rated T)

"Our children are a joy, Harry, but I’m glad it’s just you and me.”

Harry goes soft. “Why’s that?”

“Well, many reasons. But right now, you’re under the mistletoe, and I prefer to take my time, and the children would make an awful racket if they were here to see.”

Draco Malfoy and the Cursed Sweater by @slytherco (1,804 words, rated T)

After falling victim to Harry's stupid prank, Draco finds an unexpected partner in crime.

Underneath the Tree (You'll Find a Piece of Me) by @squintclover (4,435 words, rated M)

Harry and Draco find themselves in a holiday home amongst friends at Christmas. The Secret Santa Hermione has planned is sure to go perfectly. Surely...

Even Children Get Older by @lou-isfake (4,500 words, rated M)

It started with don't wake the baby.

Snow on the Beach by tinaakitten (4,915 words, rated T)

Over multiple Christmas Eves, Harry and Draco find their way back to each other.

Featuring cute Harry Potter obsessed toddler Scorpius.

Deliberate Denial by edaniels0221 (7,244 words, rated G)

Professor Harry Potter can't help but to deny his children's ridiculous notion that he has a crush on the gorgeous new Hogwarts Healer, but as he comes to find out, one can only be in denial about liking Draco bloody Malfoy for so long.

Löyly by @citrusses (10,323 words, rated E)

Somewhere between the steam of a sauna and the icy waters of the Gulf of Finland, Harry heals from a broken engagement and a failed career. Draco Malfoy helps.

25 Additional Scenes for Ain't That the Garden of Eden by @romaine2424 (12,139 words, rated G)

The additional scenes cover missing moments in December, Harry's election, and Inauguration.

Because Cats by @icmezzo (14,589 words, rated T)

Harry has a cat, and Draco doesn’t. Then Draco has a cat, and Harry doesn’t. Then Harry has a cat again, but Draco doesn’t. Then Draco has a cat, but Harry—OMG HOW WILL IT END.

Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w (21,941 words, rated E)

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

Be sure to check out @skeptiquewrites wonderful Happy Hour Rec for this fic!

All I Want for Christmas by CaityCatt (36,509 words rated M)

Harry feels like a bit of a grinch at Christmas, but his true love has a plan to change all that.

The Coldest of Days by Anonymous (54,683 words, rated E)

At thirty-one, Harry Potter finally has it all: four incredible children, a naughty Niffler named Penny, and a brilliant boyfriend who has managed to fill the hole in his heart.

But because Harry is Harry, chaos is bound to follow. On a cold December morning, Draco wakes up with no memory of the war, his children, or his life with Harry.

That, and he’s insisting that he’s been thrown fifteen years into the future.

The Art of Thank You Notes by fictionclaw (82,286 words, rated E)

A few years after the war, Harry receives a ministry notice that Draco Malfoy’s house arrest will soon be lifted and that the wand he has kept may be sent to the ministry. He doesn’t think much of it when he sends the wand directly to Malfoy Manor with a note.

But one letter swiftly follows another and Malfoy sneaks his way into Harry's every day life without either of them minding.

Or; Harry and Draco find reasons to write letters to each other and Black heirlooms and family histories are uncovered while they figure out why that is. Lunch dates, careful friendship, confusing feelings and Draco's art included.

I hope that wherever you are, you know you have a place by my fire and a place in my heart. Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate, and the Happiest of Holiday wishes to all!

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 26

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. 

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

Fuck. I was addicted. I was done. I was his. The whole cliché fantasy about making love on a bear-skinned rug at a snowy mountain cabin in front of a roaring fire lived up to the hype; especially when my authoritative lover didn't leave a single part of my body untouched.

As I laid in the dim lighting on the living room floor looking up at the ceiling, I placed a hand on my throat where Dr. Miller’s had been as he dirty talked me through a thigh-shaking orgasm.

“Did I hurt you?” He placed a soothing hand over the highest part up my chest and drew his fingers up the sensitive skin of my neck.

I turned to him and smiled. “No.” My eyes closed when he let his fingers tiptoe down between my bare breasts before trailing off at my belly button.

Dr. Miller rested a hand on the curve of my hip and propped himself up onto an elbow beside me. He let the side of his face sit in his palm and stared down at me.

“This house was left to me in a will by a man named Lou Brackett,” Dr. Miller said, holding my stare. “He also left me a big inheritance because he had no family left when he died.”

Finally, some answers. Some. “Who was he?”

“I met him through my old job. I was in my late twenties, he was in his early seventies then and passed away of cancer a short time later. When I was notified that he left me all of this I didn't know what to make of it.”

“Were you close with him?”

Dr. Miller nodded. “But I wouldn't have expected him to give me anything in his will. Certainly not all this.”

“Maybe he looked at you like a son.. or a grandson.” I shrugged, “And if he had no family left, it's better than letting the state just take everything.”

He cleared his throat and nodded, looking at the fire for a moment. “I don't want you to be alone on campus anymore.”

I raised my eyebrows at the sudden subject change.

“I spend a little time in the library sometimes in between work and class,” I admitted.

Dr. Miller made a face. “Well, when it's dark don't walk alone. Even just for a few minutes. That's all it takes. Until this guy is caught I'd rather you not take any chances.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

“If I’m teaching and you can't find someone, text me and I'll act like I forgot something in my car and walk you to yours.”

“I'm really fine,” I assured him. “I know it's really close to home and-”

“I just can't stop thinking about you being alone in the bathroom on campus-”

I leaned up and silenced him with a kiss. My palm pressed into the back of his head and I took over his mouth with my own.

Our lips parted and Dr. Miller pulled me back to him.

“You have to tell me the whole story,” I gasped the words aloud but he kissed me hard again. "About the house. About all of it."

“Okay,” he promised in a whisper, laying me down on my back again.

My eyes closed and wrapped my arms around him as he kissed down my neck. “Okay.”

..

I wasn’t as concerned for my own safety the same way that Dr. Miller was. I wasn’t acting recklessly by any means, and I still got a chill when I thought of the incident in the bathroom, but studying over notes in the library didn’t exactly put me on high alert.

Dr. Miller, however, was like a hawk watching over its nest. My eyes practically bugged out of my head when I saw him enter the media center. Our eyes met and I smiled, though he moved around the space as if he had another purpose for being there. He conversed with the aging librarian, spoke with a few students who recognized him and then made his way to the table where I sat.

“Will you be alright to go back to the house tonight?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“You could always just wait in my office.”

“That would look suspicious.”

“No one would know that you were in there.”

I had the urge to stand up and peck him on the lips. I would have if we were at home but rather I just smiled. “It’s my home now, too, remember?” I grinned, “I have to get into a normal routine.”

Dr. Miller sighed and nodded. I knew he would have had me handcuffed to him if it were plausible; but it wasn’t. “You’re right.” His fingers subtly grazed over mine on the table top and he continued his walk around the library. That was about as much physical interaction we could have on campus. The fact that he had to touch me in some way made me smile to myself.

I tried to focus on the material I was reading, but my eyes kept scanning for him each time he ducked in and out of the stacks. Eventually he made his way back toward me, stuck a post-it note onto my book and smirked at me. 

I squinted my eyes and smirked back, staring at the message he’d scribbled down. It was a code to locate a book. K-353-K1521. 3rd row down. 24th Book from the left.

“What’s this?” I whispered, though Dr. Miller didn’t respond. He failed to hold back another devilish smirk and then wandered slowly away toward the doors of the library. I watched him go and he glanced over his shoulder at me before making his way back outside.

I waited a few minutes, so as not to make it obvious, and then rose to my feet with the sticky note in hand and began my little scavenger hunt around the area. 

What is this book he wants me to find?

I had to admit, I hadn’t searched library stacks for a book in a very long time, so navigating my way around wasn’t exactly second nature. Most of the time the research I wanted to do was all at the tip of my fingers via my smart phone or lap top. 

At the end of each row were labels with letters and numbers. I searched and searched, mostly blindly, until finally coming across K-353 - K1521. I had to admit, I loved the mystery and the games.

My eyes glanced upward and I reached up to the third row, beginning to count across from the left.

One, two, three..

I counted across, going slow so I wouldn’t accidentally skip over one and land on the wrong title.

Twenty-three, twenty-four.

I turned my head to the side to read the title of the book and then removed it from its spot.

Kama Sutra.

I laughed lightly to myself, and then glanced to my left and right before flipping open the book to a random page. I drew a hand over the back of my neck, continuing to grin as I browsed the illustrations on the page that went along with the Padmasana sex position.

As I began to read the description, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I knew who it was.

Make sure you read and do your homework, Dr. Miller’s text read, followed by a second one that made me laugh: Exam tonight.

I typed back, smiling as I did, and snapped a photo of the page I was on. I then decided to discreetly bring the book back to my table.

Should I check the book out? I wondered. I was so shy, I didn’t know if I could face the old lady behind the counter with the book in my hand. I decided to ask Dr. Miller, to which he replied: Take pictures of what you want to do then put the book back. I have a copy at home. I just wanted to get you thinking about it. Sometimes that’s the best kind of foreplay.

It certainly was. I began to flip through the pages of the book, taking pictures of things I wouldn’t mind trying. Dr. Miller was right. After just a minute or two I was already picturing what it would feel like to carry out some of the new positions with him. My face felt flushed and I hoped no one would interrupt the little task he’d put me up to.

My eyes lifted when I sensed someone had crossed past the aisle I was seated in and then I continued what I was doing until there were only about fifteen minutes until my class started. Dr. Miller would be right next door, and from the texts he was already sending me I could tell his thoughts would surely be in the same place as mine for the next several hours.

I finally closed the book and hurried back down to the aisle where I’d taken the book from, setting it back where it belonged. As I squeezed it back between two other books, I saw a pair of eyes peering at me from behind the stack in the next row.

“(Y/N).” They said my name quietly and I stepped backwards in response.

“What?” I swallowed hard and saw movement in the small spaces left available by the rows of books. I was tempted to run out of the aisle and into the main area of the library, though when Trevor emerged I placed a hand over my chest. “Trevor.” I felt relief, “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” he practically squeaked, adjusting his glasses.

“It’s fine.” I hoped he hadn’t seen the book I was putting back.

“Are you headed to class?”

“Yeah, I am.” I gave a nod. “Are you?”

“Yeah. I am.” He smiled, echoing my words.

I glanced up at the windows on the walls. It was dark outside. Dr. Miller didn’t want me to be alone. “Want to walk with me?” I asked.

Trevor nodded. “Yeah. Yes. Just.. let me get my stuff.”

“I have to get mine, too,” I told him. “I’ll meet you by the front doors.”

He smiled again and adjusted his glasses before power walking awkwardly down the row. His eyes glanced upward toward the area where I put the Kama Sutra book away and I shuddered to think he might actually know what I had been looking at.

Who cares. I rolled my eyes at myself and then went to retrieve my belongings. I texted Dr. Miller to let him know I was about to be on my way and then strolled to where Trevor was already waiting by the doors, hugging his laptop.

“Ready?” He asked with another Howdy Doody grin.

I nodded and sighed as I stared at the building we were headed to across the green. “Ready.”

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HL Fic Library 🤣 Fics With Humor

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🤣 Just Me, You, And This Box of Matches by tomlinsunshine @tornlinsunshine​ (M, 87k)

Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him.

🤣 Harry Styles Cooks… by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships​ (E, 61k+, wip)

In which Louis Tomlinson can’t cook, there’s a very special shower curtain, and Harry Styles used to be a baker.

Or: Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them.

🤣 Frankincense-ational by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (T, 31k)

Harry Styles works at the Hillsyde Library with his friend Zayn and best mate Niall. It’s December, which means Christmas, which should be the happiest month of the year…

Except Niall just broke up with his boyfriend, Zayn needs to let up on the rules a little, and the library is getting their fire alarm system replaced, which means that for the next few weeks there are going to be firemen patrolling the library ‘looking for fires’ while the system is down.

Harry almost hits one of them with his car right off the bat - and of course he’s the hot one.

🤣 the butthole series by @kingsofeverything (E, 24k)

a series of standalone fics with a central theme

🤣 That's How I Know by @allwaswell16 (E, 19k)

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

🤣 Man, Deconstructed by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom (E, 13k)

Harry doesn’t need help getting laid and he certainly doesn’t need Niall to hire a professional to ‘sort him out’.

But when a gorgeous man turns up on his doorstep on his birthday to ‘lay some pipe’ in the back garden (who just happens to have the best arse Harry’s ever seen), his world is upended.

OR the one where a well-meaning best mate, a sculpture-worthy arse, and a heaping dose of misunderstanding combine to create sheer and utter chaos, and also, maybe, the best thing Harry’s ever found.

🤣 One Vote Can Rock the Boat by @2tiedships2 (M, 12k)

“Niall, I need you to come and vote with me tomorrow.”

“Lou, I know we’ve only been friends for about two years now, but I guess I’ve never explicitly told you I’m Irish?”

“You don’t have to vote, exactly,” Louis explained. “But I don’t want to go to a sex toy shop by myself.”

“Have I just entered an alternate universe? In what world does voting for the government correlate in any way to sex toys?”

Or the one where Omega Louis shows off his “I voted” sticker as one of the first 100 customers to get a free vibrator. The beautiful alpha behind the counter informs him that he’s customer 101.

🤣 autopilot by silkbombs (M, 11k)

Louis accidentally sends an unknown number a video of him giving a cockroach a funeral. The weirdest love story ensues.

🤣 Umbrielievable by nikogda / @cyphermedley (NR, 11k)

Three months ago they began to pick up a weak signal. They couldn’t decipher it and figured it was just a satellite they were picking up. Eventually, they were able to translate "Give us cheese" but the rest was still a mess. That message baffled them, and they immediately thought it may be a joke from another country.

Or, The one where Harry is an Alien from Uranus' moon, Umbriel whose inhabitants require cheese to survive.

🤣 Just Your Jinx by @larryatendoftheday (T, 10k)

Harry Styles may or may not have accidentally jinxed his extremely fit new neighbor, and it's not so easy to make things right.

🤣 For a day by bluegreenish / @greenblueish (T, 9k)

“While I appreciate that compliment - you’re right -, it’s not a prank. I swear. I tried calling Harry and Liam, but they aren’t picking up. And like, I don’t know what to do? I just woke up in Liam’s freaking body, and like, he’s a nice lad and everything, but I don’t want to be him?!”

Once again, tense silence fills the line for a second and Louis almost expects Zayn to hang up on him, but his friend speaks up again, voice urgent this time. 

“You’re serious?”

“One hundred percent. I swear.”

or, the one where Harry wakes up in Louis' body, Louis in Liam's, Liam in Niall's, Niall in Harry's and no one picked Zayn.

🤣 Only Been Here One Time by alienharry (NR, 9k)

“Good morning, Liam. Harry.” Louis nods at them both and then cocks his head. “Are you aware you have four nipples, Harry?”

Harry looks down at his chest, suddenly worried. He doesn’t know how many nipples humans have, but four must not be a usual amount. “Should I have six?”

“Not unless you’ve a litter of kittens to feed.”

The Alien!Harry fic I was destined to write 

🤣 Ain’t My Fault by @afirethatcannotdie (E, 7k)

“Liam, M4M is for sex! You posted in a sex forum about your missing jacket.”

“It is not for sex!”

“It is. Trust me.”

“Well, if it helps me find my jacket then I don’t really see why it matters. Besides, someone already texted me about it. This Styles guy’s coming over in a bit to get it.”

“You invited the avocado man to come get his jacket at our flat after posting on a sex forum. Do you see where this is going?”

“I really don’t.” 

“Someone is going to have to have sex with the avocado man!” Louis screeches, and Liam covers his ears.

AU. Liam posts an ad on the wrong section of Craigslist, Louis is pretty sure they’re gonna get murdered as a result, and Harry’s missing an avocado.

🤣 Porn To Be Wild by @fallinglikethis (E, 5k)

As Louis Tomlinson writes his One Direction fanfiction in a quiet, isolated corner of the local library, the last thing he expects is for the subject of his story to interrupt him in the middle of a sex scene. But that’s exactly what happens.

🤣 Absolute Beginners by @taggiecb (T, 5k)

Louis would like to think that Niall can't surprise him anymore. He never knows what his friend will come up with sometimes. But when he calls Louis in the middle of the night and asks him to come and hit on his friend, Louis can't help but let curiosity get the best of him.

🤣 Only Reason by @letsjustsee (NR, 5k)

“We are so lucky to have with us one of the leading experts on beekeeping in the modern age, Dr. Louis Draper.”No. No, no, no… “I know I speak for many of us when I say that this man’s books have guided our practice, or helped us get started,” Harry continued, and Louis watched as the crowd nodded their heads in agreement. Oh shit. No. What? No. But then Harry was gesturing towards him, saying “Dr. Draper?” into the microphone, the crowd was applauding, and Louis found himself walking up the stairs to the stage.

Or, Louis is most definitely smitten with Harry from the second he sees him, but he is also most definitely not the world's foremost expert on beekeeping. He decides to roll with it anyway.

🤣 Catastrophe (Or Not) by grapenight (G, 5k)

Based on the prompt: "Harry's a crazy cat person and Louis is the vet he keeps bringing his cats to with minor concerns like "she's been acting weird lately" and "he didn't poop today so I'm worried" but it's really just excuses to keep seeing Louis everyday"

🤣 Anywhere With You by sweetums / @darlou (T, 3k)

“Do you want some gum?” Louis’ lovely voice interrupts his train of thoughts.

“No, thank you.” Harry responds quickly.

What? ‘No, thank you’? What was he thinking? If Louis Tomlinson offers you gum, you take it. If Louis Tomlinson offers you a vial of vomit, you take it.

“On second thought, gum would be perfection.” Harry actually considers just dying right there as he reaches over to pry the piece of gum out of Louis’ perfect little hand, eyes flitting over to the other man’s amused face.

Why did he say that? He could’ve said, ‘I’ll have some gum’ or ‘gum would be great’ or even a simple ‘thanks’ but no, no, for Harry, ‘gum would be perfection’.

He loathes himself.

AU where Harry gets stuck in an ATM vestibule with Louis Tomlinson during a blackout. Inspired by Chandler and Jill Goodacre from Friends.

🤣 Oh Honey, Honey by @lululawrence (NR, 3k)

Louis hated honey. He didn’t like the flavour, he didn’t understand why some liked it in their tea, he hated when it was put on sandwiches or cake or anything really. But, standing stock still in front of a rather large display of honey in that 24-hour Tesco, Louis found himself grabbing the largest jar of “100% pure London-local honey” and adding it to his trolley, simply because he knew it would make Harry smile.

Louis always wanted to make Harry smile.

Or the one where Louis pines after Harry, Harry is passionate about helping save the bees, and a late night shopping trip gone wrong doesn't end quite as horribly as Louis imagines.

🤣 On the Go by @phdmama (T, 2k)

Prompt: ok so i saw a truck today and i thought it said MANSCAPE but it actually said MAINSCAPE and it was a landscaping company. but then i thought LARRY AU. where louis owns a landscaping company called MANSCAPE and harry thinks it’s some sort of in-home pubic hair grooming company, so he calls to make an appointment, there’s some discussion of whether he wants his bushes trimmed as well, and then when it’s time for the appointment, harry’s like half-naked waiting around in a robe or something and louis shows up with lawnmowers. 

🤣 Zoey by wabadabadaba / @bigxrig (G, 2k)

Harry knew his first name, but he liked the way Dr. Tomlinson sounded more. Harry watched as Louis unclasped her harness and set it aside and pet her back and under her chin. Louis kissed the top of her head and murmured sweet nothings to her- mostly about how pretty she is and how well behaved she is. Harry wished it was him.

or Harry has a huge crush on his cat's veterinarian and finally decides to do something about it.

🤣 Stole My Heart by @haztobegood (NR, 2k)

“Oh my god, Niall.” The door slams shut as Harry rushes into the flat. He’s still panting from his rush to get away from the scene of his crime. “You won’t believe what just happened!”

Niall is sitting on the couch in their tiny living room. He looks up from his laptop. “What happened?”

“The worst thing. I’ll never recover. I just reached into a box of free samples outside that new chicken restaurant. Only it wasn’t free samples. It was a man. Holding a box of chicken nuggets. His chicken nuggets. I stole this man’s food, Niall!”

[fingerless-glovez]

aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA COLLEGE AU WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE

Here's what I've got so far

Toa

• Majoring in political science and government

• Works at a library

• Absolutely hates his major and would rather be in a music course, but he isn't going to defy Gilbert's wish for him to become a politician

• Gilbert and Roc have a political rivalry and are constantly spying on each other, so when Gilbert found out Guy was being raised to succeed Roc, he felt there was no other choice than to do the same with Toa

• Keep in mind, both Guy and Toa were both extremely young when this was decided

• Adopted Knight and brought him to college with him

• He found Knight during his freshman year knocked out in an alley next to a cat that had unfortunately passed away. Toa took him to the hospital and visited him when he woke up, only to discover he was homeless and has no memory. When Knight recovered, Toa snuck him into his house to live in his closet and receive basic education until college

Fenn

• Majoring in creative writing

• Got disowned, kicked out, and cut off immediately after turning 18

• Joke's on Louis, Fenn set up his own bank accounts and has been saving money since he started his first job at 14

• Throws the best parties

• Regular at Lance and Jasper's bar

Lynt

• Majoring in psychology

• Empath that just wants everyone to be happy

• As his course goes on, he starts to notice the signs that his friends have some serious problems

• Resident peacekeeper

• Cuddles with everyone

Roy

• Majoring in liberal arts

• Wants to be a college professor

• Helps Guy with whatever he needs

• Put on a perfect facade every day

• Klaus works for Roc and Roy is terrified of ruining their working relationship and embarrassing his father, so he basically does everything Guy tells him to

• Sherry, Grayson, MC and Lynt are very concerned

Rio

• Majoring in culinary arts

• Works at his family's restaurant, Voleri Gold Eatery

• Wants to own his own restaurant

• Is the academy's support animal

• Probably got shoved into his locker in high school

• That's what he gets for trying to be a decent person in a fucking high school

Lance

• Majoring in animal sciences

• Works at the same bar as Jasper

• Wants to be a wildlife biologist

• Addis wanted him to go into politics, but y'know what, fuck Addis

• Almost didn't get in because of his shitty permanent record from school, but his test scores were actually really good

• Plus, Lou seemed to sense his potential and passion for animals, so he let him in

• He got a dorm all to himself so he could sneak Christoph in with him. He allows Christoph the top bunk

• Takes care of Nox when Grayson is busy

Knight

• Majoring in animal health

• Toa paid for the bulk of his course, but Knight is working to pay him back

• Works at an animal shelter

• Wants to be a vet

• Secretly lived in Toa's closet before moving out with him to attend the academy

• Has post traumatic amnesia from his past head injury, but neither he nor Toa can afford actual treatment

• Buuuut he starts remembering bits and pieces of his life from constant nightmares and hallucinations

Grayson

• Majoring in criminal justice and police science

• Wants to be a detective

• Wants to investigate his uncle and bring him to justice

• Loves his horse, Nox

• Traumatized by that one scene in The Godfather

• More scared of you than you are of him

• Unless you wanna talk about horses, Nox specifically

(That’s all I got. Still figuring everyone else's antics out)

[trippingontheescalator]

A Severus Snape Playlist

A Discovery of Witches -- "What do you mean it's magic, Eileen!? There's no such thing! He's-- he's a freak, is what he is!"

"Season of the Witch" by Donovan (1966)

Best Friends -- "You are a witch. I’ve been watching you for a while. But there’s nothing wrong with that. My mum’s one, and I’m a wizard.”

"You're My Best Friend" by Queen (1975)

Follow His Instructions, Down Below the Tunnel Beneath the Whomping Willow Tree -- "It was only a prank."

"Werewolves of London" by Warren Zevon (1978)

Snape's Worse Memory -- "I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!"

"Perfect Day" by Lou Reed (1972)

Revenge -- "The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth."

"No More Mr. Nice Guy" by Alice Cooper (1973)

Just Another Soldier in This War -- "Nobody wins in a war."

"War Pigs" by Black Sabbath (1970)

Trapped in a Prison of My Own Design -- "That's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to -- everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job."

"Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd (1975)

An Old Enemy in His Cups -- "Are you afraid he might not take very seriously the advice of a man who has been hiding inside his mother's house for six months?"

"Like a Rolling Stone" by Bob Dylan (1965)

A Spy for Her -- "Always."

"Cello Song" by Nick Drake (1969)

The First Kill is Always the Hardest -- "Severus... Severus, please."

"Carry That Weight" by the Beatles (1969)

An Ending -- "Look... at... me..."

"Lightning Crashes" by Live (1994)

[bobfloydsbabe]

WIP ASK GAME

Thank you for tagging me @teacupsandtopgun ✨

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

MY WIPS

✩ TURNING TABLES | the rewrite ✩ angst | eccentric professor bob answered here ✩ bob adopts a kitten | bob floyd x unnamed oc answered here ✩ chapter two | aegon ii targaryen x oc ✩ first kiss | aegon x oc ✩ after the dance | aegon x oc ✩ arranged marriage au | rhett x lou ✩ linger chap 3 | rhett abbott x lou ✩ the holiday | rhett x lou answered here ✩ the holiday truce | eccentric professor bob answered here ✩ but daddy i love him | outlaw!rhett x bartender!lou answered here, here, here, and here ✩ you look miserable | historical romance epb ✩ house party | historical romance epb answered here ✩ sonogram shock | rhett x lou ✩ the aftermath | mob boss bob ✩ if jas didn't stop doing this | hangman x oc answered here ✩ jake and bradley find out | epb ✩ penthouse smut | mob boss bob

NO PRESSURE TAGS: @blue-aconite, @bobgasm, @attapullman, @withahappyrefrain, @ereardon

@laracrofted, @mothdruid, @sio-ina-bottle, @lewmagoo, @rhettabbotts

@sebsxphia, @sorchathered, @sailor-aviator and anyone else who wants to do it!

[sitp-recs]

Do you have Drarry recs where Draco cares of Harry (emotionally?) Or where he takes more of a role like that

Hi anon, absolutely :) I think this trope overlaps a bit with healer!Draco, so I’ve included some here. Enjoy!

Is This Love? by @phd-mama (2021, E, 4k)

Draco wouldn’t call himself a tender man. He fights the forces of evil for a living, trying his best to pay penance for the evil he’s done. He’s fought and killed in the name of duty, and when he’s not on duty, he tends either to play hard or retreat alone. He doesn’t lean on anyone, and he knows he’s not the first person anyone goes to when they need care. Comfort.

Holly and Hawthorn, Thistle and Thyme by bryoneybrynn (2015, T, 31k)

After the war, Harry can’t shake the feeling that something is very wrong with him and he has a terrible feeling he knows what that “something” might be. He has a terrible feeling Malfoy might know, too.

(Un)wanted by @aibidil (2020, E, 36k)

Ginny's pregnant, then she's not and Harry's single. Harry, again with no family, doesn't know what to do with this turn of events, or how to find a new life—post-war, post-Ginny, post-abortion—in which he belongs. He doesn't expect that life to include dancing to the Backstreet Boys with Hermione and Draco Malfoy. A story of finding belonging in the unexpected.

Breathe In (and Feel No Hurt) by Constance1 (2019, T, 38k)

A tale of love, loss, and of finding hope again. Or the story of how Draco turned into a house-cat in order to secretly bother a depressed Harry Potter until he was no longer feeling sorry for himself.

The Four Doors by @fluxweeed (2020, E, 49k)

It’s been four months since Harry lost his memory. Four months of dead ends and no answers. With time running out until his memories are gone for good, Harry agrees to a course of Legilimency therapy with a renowned specialist: Mind Healer Draco Malfoy.

Chocolate and Pastry by agentmoppet, anemonen (2018, E, 50k)

When Pansy bets Draco that there is no chance he and Harry could carry out a genuine romantic relationship, he and Harry form a plan. But as their fake relationship progresses, Draco sees a side of Harry he never expected. Harry is struggling with something, pushing it far down inside him where he doesn't have to acknowledge its existence. Draco starts to worry, and then he starts to care, and then... horribly... he starts to fall in love.

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (2022, T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature…

Balance, Imperfect by @bixgirl1 (2017, E, 91k)

When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (2019, E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography.

A Thousand Beautiful Things by geoviki (2004, M, 104k)

Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend.

Any Instrument by @dictacontrion (2015, E, 131k)

Draco Malfoy wouldn't go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can't control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

The Ordeal of Being Known by @lou-isfake (2021, M, 146k)

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter.

Away Childish Things by lettered (2018, T, 154k)

Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

[dark-twist-fairytales]

Cole + Lloyd + Zane Family Line

~~~

Brookstone's

Lou Brookstone, the previous elemental master of music, found his lover Lily, the pervious master of earth. Upon marrying, Lily took the last name Brookstone.

Together, the only had one son: Cole Ritms Brookstone, the current dual-wielding master of music and earth. Lily passed when Cole was 10, leaving both Cole and Lou to try.

Garmadon's

Lord Garmadon and Sensei Wu are born brothers to each other, their ages unknown. Garmadon is the older, while Wu the younger.

Garmadon eventually found Misako, aka Koko, Montgomery. While they didn't marry, Misako took the name Garmadon to better help their only son. Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon is the only child between Koko and Garmadon, and nephew to Wu. He is the only child in the family.

Julien's

Dr. Vincent Julien is an inventor and professor. He met his husband, Ice, a wondering traveler, at his previous housing. They married in the city and moved there, Ice deeming the last name Julien.

Together, Zane Icelin Julien was built. Since Ice was the master of ice, Zane inherited the power upon full creation and his power source.

Not long after, Echo Julien was created, being the younger brother to Zane. While Echo holds no element, he was built to be much more like Ice than Zane was. Ice passed shortly after Echo's creation.

[thebreakfastgenie]

don't be a hero for the WIP Ask Game, please! 💜

Don't Be a Hero has the distinction of being mostly written by hand, something I never do. I wrote most of the story during a class I hated in college (and one day I looked up from it because our prof put on a video and I heard Alan Alda's voice). I eventually typed it up and I know how it ends, but I want to polish it and flesh it out, so I'm rewriting it a bit before I post!

Don't Be a Hero is set fairly early in the Santos administration. Santos is at a university, presenting an award to a professor who has done a lot of consulting work on counterterrorism. Sam is there, because he worked with the professor a lot (according to Isaac and Ishmael he's a terrorism expert) and so is Josh, as well as Donna and Helen, but not the kids.

A bomb goes off.

The target was the professor, who is Muslim. When I started this, there had been a recent Islamopobic hate crime at a university in the news.

This is kind of me rerunning What Kind of Day Has It Been/In the Shadow of Two Gunmen with Santos, but I've tried to make it its own. Josh and Donna are apart from the crowd, because Josh was on the phone with Lou back at the White House. Donna is mildly injured, and Josh helps her outside, and on the way he thinks he sees a girl trapped inside. While Donna is talking to the paramedics, Josh bolts back to look for the girl.

The fic basically follows what happens after that, everyone's reactions and the ensuing media circus. There's established Josh/Donna and Matt/Helen in the background, because it's canon compliant.

I've included a full scene under the cut, of the original 2015 psych class draft.

The herd of people exiting the building was beginning to thin, which made it easier for Josh to go the opposite direction. He knew what he had seen in one of the doorways. He couldn’t stop before because he had to help Donna get outside but she was safe no and there was someone trapped upstairs. He noticed the smoke thicken as he ran up the stairs. 

The hallway he and Donna had left just minutes before was now heavily clouded with smoke. Most of the doorways were on fire. Three doors down was the one Josh remembered. The doorway was obstructed by a wall of flames and behind it, cowering on the ground, was a young woman. 

She saw Josh at the same time he saw her. 

“I can’t get out,” she yelled. 

“Is there another door?” Josh yelled back. He thought he saw the girl nod through the haze of smoke. Se had long, dark hair and Josh was suddenly struck with a memory of another girl and another fire. 

“It’s stuck, I think it’s blocked on the other side,” Joanie answered. 

No, not Joanie. 

“What’s your name?” he asked, but he couldn’t hear her answer. “I’m coming,” he added, racing down the hallway in search of an open doorway. He found one toward the far end of the corridor and ran through it without hesitation. 

Josh found himself now in a labyrinth of small rooms filled with audio and video equipment and other things he didn’t recognize, or at least couldn’t identify through the rapidly expanding smoke. Most of the rooms connected to another on three or four sides, but most of the doors were no longer accessible. Josh picked a winding route in Joanie’s general direction. 

He ran through one doorway after another until he came to a room with no way out. There was a door, held shut by a tangled mound of broken furniture, ceiling tiles, and things Josh couldn’t recognize that involved a lot of broken glass. He tried to call out, thinking she might be just in the next room, but his yell came out as nothing more than a cough. Instead of trying again to speak, he reached over the rubble and pounded once on the door, hard. After a few seconds he heard a knock back from the other side. 

“I’m coming,” he called, “hold on,” and that time the words came out, but he had no way of knowing if they were loud enough for to hear him. 

He clawed at the mound, carefully avoiding most of the glass, until he could reach the door handle. He pulled on it, but the door was still pinned. He returned to the pile, digging at it until he began to feel light-headed from oxygen deprivation. He desperately tried to door again and this time it opened an inch. This tiny hint of progress seemed to find a second wind within him, because he returned to the mound of debris with renewed strength. The next time he tried the door the force of the door itself cleared some of the remaining debris and it opened far enough for someone to squeeze through, especially if the person in question was a slender, dark-haired girl. 

He offered her his hand to help her climb past the rest of the debris and finally there was nothing between them and the door. 

“Go,” he whispered hoarsely, pushing her in front of him, but she didn’t go right away. She was still looking at him. “Behind you,” he explained. 

She nodded then, and ran out the door. He’d left all the safe doors open, it would be easy to find their way out again. If only he could move. His body seemed to have finally remembered that he hadn’t been able to breathe properly for the last several minutes. His vision started going black around the edges and he could hear his own heartbeat, desperately trying to circulate what little oxygen remained. He didn’t feel himself fall to the ground, but he was there now. He could hear his parents crying as they embraced him because he was suddenly very small, and when he said Joanie’s name they squeezed him tighter. He thought she got out, this time, and then everything went black. 

[theblerdbox]

Innocent. (Holes AU x Nevermore Academy)

TW: Physical Abuse, Corporal Punishment

"Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for you are with me; your rod and your staff they comfort me." Psalm 23:4

Nevermore Academy for Impressionable Young Women and Camp Green Lake crossed paths once in history - Valentine's Day 1979.

Fifteen-year-old Eva tugged at the hem of her shrunken plaid skirt. She pulled it beyond her knees and it sprung into position upon release. "You're making it worse," Elle groaned, "I've been telling you it's time to size up -"

"I'm not sizing up," Eva snapped, "I refuse to gain weight in this place. She was getting nervous. A Nevermore Girl never breaks the dress code: Sunday skirts are to fall right at the knee, no lower and certainly no higher.

"It's your funeral," Elle said flatly.

The bus ride to Camp Green Lake was 12 hours of silence. They had only heard the rumors about Camp Green Lake before - The dust, the heat, the yellow spotted lizard. While lumber duty, the girls would challenge each assumption with the swing of an axe.

"Poor little babies. It must be sooooo hard digging ONE hole for the day."

"We risk our lives out here on those climbs."

"I can count on two hands how many times I've almost been clipped by a rogue branch!"

"Did you hear about that senior who can't walk anymore? She can't walk AT ALL!"

"And they just have to dig a hole - Some punishment."

"I heard Headmaster Walker and his sister have a bet," Claire bit her lip, itching to share what she'd overheard during quiet hour through the walls, "He thinks her camp is bullshit. Headmaster Walker made a bet with his sister, that if her camp is any better than his, he'll finally gift the camp with a fat check."

"And if she loses?"

"He takes the land and she's out on the street."

Valentine's Day 1979 was simply a house check. Simon, Professor Clarice Thompkins, guidance counselor, and Nevermore's 10 best students made their way to what was formerly known as Green Lake, TX - Simon's hometown.

The girls filed off the bus one by one, perfectly groomed, matching from head to two. It disturbed Mr. Sir how the girls looked exactly alike. The girls remained silent and held their chins high enough to be aware but locking eyes with no one.

"Well trained," Mr. Pendanski assessed, "You didn't tell us your brother was military.

Lou Walker took the last toke of her cigarette and tossed it to the side, ignoring the assumption of her colleague. She recognized the clenched jaws, fidgeting fingers, and dry glances through the orange jumpsuit-wearing boys who called out to them. "Those girls are scared to death."

She met her brother and pulled him into a warm hug, "Welcome home, Simon!"

Simon huffed and reluctantly returned the embrace before shrugging his sister off, "You know how I am about touch." Despite the heat, Simon was elaborately draped in his favorite black cape. Underneath he dawned a three-piece black suit and a solid-colored bowtie.

"Mother always did say you were a diva," The Warden teased.

"Mother was always right," Simon sang under his breath before addressing the ladies in plaid skirts awaiting his command, "Lou, these are some of my best students. I hope that their testimony may be of inspiration for some of your - inmates."

He hissed the word inmates with distaste and the girls acknowledged the Camp Green Lake Staff with a slight choreographed nod. Mr. Sir eyed them with overt suspicion.

"Honestly sister," he continued with a condescending giggle, "You could at least put them inside a building. These poor young men have been sleeping in tents? No wonder you have trouble taming them."

"Teenagers are hard to manage." While Lou took her brother on a Camp Green Lake grounds tour, The girls set up the Wreck Room for the Valentine's Dance they'd planned. The girls wrote each camper a valentine, signed with a heart.

The Nevermore Academy/Camp Green Lake pen pal program was three years old, organized by the camps' guidance counselors Mr. Pendanski and Miss Leo. The two were excited to meet each other after writing for so long. In their letters, they'd share their worst desk salad recipes. For the visit, Pendanski took it upon himself to prepare his best. He thought it was cute how she covered her mouth while she ate. "It's so far out," she took a sip of cola, "that I finally get to sit here with you and have the best sad desk salad."

"Oh, don't you just love love!?" Ellie danced around with the pink streamers she was assigned to hang, "God, I hope they're cute. Are any of them cute?"

"Cute as a python," Claire scoffed, "These boys are doing jail time."

"Hey, now, we're here because we messed up too," an older girl called from atop the ladder, gesturing for Ellie to pass on the work.

"We're reformed. They're wasting space. I heard there's on in for murder."

The others gasped and shook their heads in disbelief.

Ellie gazed out the window at the first set of boys returning from a day's work, "I think we all deserve to be loved, don't you, Eva?"

Eva quietly placed the finishing touches on her valentine by the pool table. It was a sketch of her and, Mitch, her pen pal of 8 months. He was in for shoplifting, like her.

As long as I have you, I don't need to steal anything, he wrote.

Ellie had been writing with his bunkie, Spider. Eva fantasized about the day the four of them would get to double date after they finish their sentences - free. She snapped the valentine shut as she felt Ellie hover over her shoulder, "I think love is a privilege. Not a right."

The Wreck Room door flew open and the first set of boys piled in, smelling like fresh soap. Eva caught her breath, masking the nerves that budded at the thought that Mitch could be in the same room. She tugged on her skirt and stood to her feet. The shift's waistband was pulled to her growing hips. An older girl lent Eva a sweater to wrap around her waist, "It happens to the best of us."

From a distance, she heard Mr. Pendanski address a tall boy of A-Tent, as Mitchell. Eva and Mitchell locked eyes from across the room, recognizing each other immediately. Ellie crept up behind Eva and slowly pushed her friend forward, whispering into her ear, "Jackpot!"

They were having the night of their lives. Mitch and Eva caught up and chatted the whole night. It was like they'd always known each other. They stood to make another trip to the punch bowl and Eva forgot to tug on her skirt. She thought nothing of it until an hour later.

Simon sauntered into the Wreck Room, Lou after him. He sniffed the air and frowned at the cheap decorations. His eyes landed on Eva and he swiftly clapped his hands, a signal for Miss Leo to cut the music for a very important announcement.

Simon, ever the Drama King, waited for complete silence before speaking, "Well, I am glad you are all enjoying the visit. It's a real party in here tonight!" He kept his eyes on Eva and her stomach dropped.

"What's with this guy?" Mitch whispered. Recognizing the seriousness in The Headmaster's tone, Eva shook her head, her eyes pleading with Mitch not to say more.

"Take Eva for example," The Headmaster held out a hand, gesturing for Eva to step forward into the room's center he created with a terrifying aura. Her knees quivered with each step and she suddenly wished she took a bathroom break from catching up with Mitch.

"Don't be scared," The Headmaster hissed, "I don't bite."

Once Eva reached him, Simon placed a heavy hand on her shoulder. She jumped as he started talking again and in her peripheral, she caught his sister doing the same. "Gentlemen, this is Eva. One of our brightest stars and youngest graduates. She's made quite the progress - Haven't you, Eva?"

Eva gulped and cleared her throat. The Headmaster repeated himself with a shout that made all the room's occupants jump, including Mr. Sir, whose hand rested readily on the pistol holstered to his waistband.

"I'm almost done with my tenure," Eva's voice cracked with embarrassment.

"Then how would you explain this?" Simon tugged on the hem of Eva's shrinking plaid skirt and she whimpered. "Is this what Nevermore has taught you?" He screamed at her, "To show out for the boys?"

Spider, Mitch, and the rest of A-Tent stepped forward at the ready, but Mr. Sir intercepted them with a strong arm and a warning, "Gentlemen."

In actuality, Mr. Sir wanted to step in. He didn't know how. But seeing Lou Walker's eyes well up with guilt as she watched her brother humiliate that girl was something worth killing to never see again.

Simon continued, saying in a sweet sinister undertone, "Now, darling, you must know I'm not mad. I'm just thoroughly disappointed. Nevermore Academy," The Headmaster addressed the girls only, as if the dozens of boys in orange jumpsuits disappeared, "What is the punishment appropriate for a violation of the dress code? Anyone? Call it out, ladies. You know this!"

"40 lashes," called a voice from the back of the room.

"Very good!" Simon removed his cape and jacket, piling both into Miss Leo's empty arms. She removed his cuff links, with care, and rolled up his sleeves.

He removed his belt and returned his attention to a now crying Eva. She bowed her head and prayed. That was the only thing that could save her now. She chanted to herself the words her abuela made her memorize in the fifth grade, "Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies."

Simon continued with afternoon trivia, "And what is the punishment associated with misrepresenting the Nevermore Academy brand?"

"Simon, stop this," Lou begged, "The girl gets it. We get it."

Simon repeated his answer with a scream and was met with an answer from a pale girl in front.

"50 lashes."

Mr. Sir pushed through the crowd with authority "That's enough! You stop this right now -"

Simon fearlessly looked the gun-toting cowboy in the eyes and stepped towards him, "I don't know who you are," he spoke slowly, "But, I know you're making a big mistake."

Mr. Sir looked to Lou who shrugged her shoulders in defeat.

"I -" Eva started to speak and the room went quiet again. She spoke through tears, "I didn't mean to do anything wrong."

Simon stopped in front of the girl and placed both hands on her shoulders, slowly pushing her down onto the chair waiting behind her. He rolled up her skirt, exposing her thighs to the onlooking campers, "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

She bow her head and began to pray again, "Thou anointest my head with oil."

CRACK!

"My cup runneth over."

CRACK!

"Surely goodness and mercy -"

CRACK!

"- follow me all the days -"

CRACK!

"- of my life -"

CRACK!

Eva looked up through her tears, riddled with strength as each lash landed against her exposed thighs. Bloody welts formed and all she could see was Mitch. He held her gaze, nodding for her to hold strong.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"And I will dwell -"

CRACK!

"I shall dwell -"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"I shall dwell in the house of the Lord!" She cried out with a roar.

CRACK! CRACK!

"Forever."

Eva passed out shortly after. The other girls silently surrounded her, covering her lifeless, exposed body with their own sweaters and blankets. Yes, she messed up, but she was their sister.

"Back on the bus, all of you. We're done here." Simon hissed at Nevermore students and staff, shaken and bewildered by the scene. He repeated himself with a scream as he stormed out the Wreck Room door. The boys parted like the Red Sea for him. That cursed man was nothing to play with. Simon was met by his sister, blocking the exit with crossed arms and a scowl.

"It goes without saying that we won't be back."

"You're not welcome back. You're a monster. And I'll see to it your establishment ends in ruin."

"Now, that's a sight that I'd like to see," Simon glowed with dark sarcasm before pushing his way through The Warden and onto the awaiting coach bus. The girls followed behind him, carrying an unconscious Eva in their arms like a martyr.

Mitch, torn apart with grief tried to chase after them, but Pandanski and Mr. Sir held him back with the help of A-Tent. A medic eventually had to sedate him. Mitch was never the same after that day. He wrote Eva a letter every day, hoping for a response, but he never for one. None of the boys heard from the Nevermore Girls again. It was like they disappeared into thin air.

For months, the air of Camp Green Lake took a turn. The boys were softer with one another. Never again would they complain about having to dig a hole; bitch about the hot sun; or dread the possible sighting of the cursed yellow spotted lizard. Nothing was more jarring than experiencing another run-in with Simon Walker, Headmaster of Nevermore Academy for Impressionable Young Women.

That's episode 2! I hope it was a fun read. I promise I'll go back to Wicked Games after this. I just needed the warm-up.

Now, I want to hear from the readers, would you rather dig a hole a day in the hot sun for 8 months or chop down trees in the forest for 8 months? Comment below. (Jail is not an option!)

@ceruleanmusings

@ocfairygodmother

[louielle]

𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒛𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

1980s Horror Film - Wallows

Alone in the Woods - Michal Novinski

Always Forever - Cults

Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex

Apparition on the Train - John Williams

As The World Falls Down - David Bowie

Aunt Marge's Waltz - John Williams

Autumn Town Leaves - Iron & Wine

Aventine - Agnes Obel

Ballad Of Mr Jones - Jake Bugg

Big Black Car - Gregory Alan Isakov

Black Dog - Led Zeppelin

The Boat of the Fragile Mind - Belle Mare

A Brief History of Time - Jóhann Jóhannsson

Buckbeak's Flight - John Williams

Captain Goddamn - Michal Novinski

Captain Goddamn's Story - Michal Novinski

Cemetry Gates - The Smiths

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

Chord Left - Agnes Obel

The Curse - Agnes Obel

Cursed - Lord Huron

Damn Right - Mickey Driskill

Dance With The Fish - Bruni Coulais

Dandelion Wine - Gregory Alan Isakov

Dead Man's Hand - Lord Huron

Dirty Paws - Of Monsters and Men

Eleanor Rigby - Cody Fry

Endless Story About Sun and Moon - Kai Engel

Entering - Michal Novinski

Fallingforyou - The 1975

Fellowship - Thomas Newman

Finale - John Williams

Flaws - Bastille

Flood - Michal Novinski

Fortune Teller - Mickey Driskill

Forward to Time Past - John Williams

The French Library - Franz Gordon

Full Moon - The Kinks

Gold Dust Woman - Fleetwood Mac

Good Looking - Suki Waterhouse

Goo Goo Muck - The Cramps

Hagrid the Professor - John Williams

Harvest Moon - Lord Huron

Head Credits - Bruno Coulais

Holocene - Bon Iver

Home - Dotan

Hot Liquorice - Dick Walter

I'm a WolfWalker - Bruno Coulais

Infinite Love - Emile Mosseri

In The Woods Somewhere - Hozier

It Will Come Back - Hozier

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

journey in the rain to cry in peace - joiboi

K. - Cigarettes After Sex

The Key In The Sea - Bruno Coulais

Kids - OneRepublic

Kuky Phones Home - Michael Novinski

Kuky's Adventures - Michael Novinski

Landscape With a Fairy - aspidistrafly

Lanterns Lit - Son Lux

Le temps de l’amour - Françoise Hardy

Lily Of The Valley - Queen

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

Living Room - Grouper

Lonesome Hunter - Timber Timbre

Love Like Ghosts - Lord Huron

Love Waltz - Marcuzio Pianist

Lumos! (Hedwig's Theme) - John Williams

Me And The Devil - Soap&Skin

The Meetings of the Waters - Fionn Regan

Meet Me In The City - Lord Huron

Meet Me in the Morning - Bob Dylan

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

Mélancolie - Patric Watson, Safia Nolin

Melody Noir - Patric Watson

Mischief Managaged! - John Williams

Moment's Silence - Hozier

Monster Books and Boggarts - John Williams

My Tunnels Are Long And Dark These Days - Asaf Avidan

Nevermore - Queen

Not Dead Yet - Lord Huron

Nothing's Here - Michael Novinski

Once Upon a Dream - Lana Del Rey

The Patronus Light - John Wiliams

Phantoms and Friends - Old Man Canyon

The Pink Room - Timber Timbre

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - The Dream Academy

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths

Poison Tree - Grouper

Poppy Field - Michael Novinski

The Portrait Gallery - John Williams

Possibility - Lykke Li

Proof - Michael Novinski

Punisher - Phoebe Bridgers

Renegades - X Ambassadors

Rhiannon - Fleetwood Mac

Ribs - Lorde

Riding Into Town - Gun Thunder

rises the moon - Liana Flores

Rosyln - Bon Iver, St. Vincent

Run - Bruno Coulais

Run - Hozier

Run Cried the Crawling - Agnes Obel

Sadness - Bruno Coulais

Saving Buckbeak - John Williams

The Seals - Bruno Coulais

Secrets of the Castle - John Williams

Sedated - Hozier

September Song - Agnes Obel

Setting Sun - Lord Huron

Shortline - RY X

The Silence of the Moon - Frankie Lou

Sit Down Beside Me - Patric Watson

Something French - Devendra Banhart

Something Is Wrong - Bruno Coulais

Some Things Cosmic - Angel Olsen

Somewhere Tonight - Beach House

Squirrel Rescue - Mike Higham

The Storm - Bruno Coulais

Swinging Party - The Replacements

Tea for Two - Art Tatum

Team - Lorde

Thief - Imagine Dragons

Time Passing II - Mark Isham

Time's Blur - Lord Huron

To Be Alone - Hozier

Trees and Flowers - Strawberry Switchblade

The Trial - Michael Novinski

Under Giant Trees - Agnes Obel

Vois sur ton chemin - Bruno Coulais, Les Choristes

Wait - M83

Way Down We Go - KALEO

We Don't Talk About It - Michael Novinski

The Werewolf Scene - John Williams

West Coast - Imagine Dragons

When the Night is Over - Lord Huron

Whisper of a Thrill - The City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra

White Teeth Teens - Lorde

Who Are You - Bruno Coulais

The Whomping Willow - John Williams

Who We Are - Imagine Dragons

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

A Window to the Past - John Williams

Wiser - Old Man Canyon

Words Are Dead - Agnes Obel

A World Alone - Lorde

The World Ender - Lord Huron

The Yawning Grave - Lord Huron

you are welcome to let go - joiboi

[josiebelladonna]

blood & chocolate

chapter three: touch me

Lou and I returned to the boy out there in the living room, right as he lifted his shirt and revealed even more skin to the vacant living room before him. But then I stopped right in my tracks, and I turned back towards the bathroom.

“Eric?” Lou quipped after me, albeit in a hushed voice. I clasped my hands to my face, and I shuddered. I didn’t want to face either of these two boys, especially not Alex.

I had put myself on display for him and now he was doing the same thing. I also wondered what on Earth was wrong with me, too. I had fed him well and he was relishing every last little part of it. That was all there was to it.

Except... there was something more within me right then: more of something that I had never really felt before.

All the times that I had eaten dinner at my parents’ house or at Abuela’s house and it always brought me such great comfort. Comfort in a sense that it gave me that cozy feeling of home, and yet there was a tone behind it that I couldn’t exactly explain. It was as if I had been primed somehow and now seeing Alex rub his belly and look all soft and sweet in the next room was giving me the weirdest feeling right in between my legs.

I rubbed my eyes, and I turned away from the back wall of the hallway there, and there was Lou, still right behind me like the good buddy that he was for me.

“What’s wrong?” he kindly asked me, and I shook my head when I continued to think about it. The thought that I had done something so horribly wrong and gross, and I had no right to feel good about it in any way, shape, or form.

“God, this is so dangerous,” I confessed to him in a low voice.

“It’s not dangerous, Eric, trust me,” he assured me.

“It is, Lou,” I told him. He pressed his hands to his hips and bowed his head forward a bit.

“What are you so afraid, Eric?”

“Nothing. I just have a bad feeling about all of this, though.”

“Like what?”

I gritted my teeth and swallowed, and then I bowed my head so I wouldn’t have to look at him straight in the eye. But then he held onto my chin and tugged my face up again, all so he and I could lock eyes with each other. He pursed his lips together at the mere sight of my face.

I shifted my weight and tucked my hands into my jean pockets. He moved in closer to me with his lips slightly parted. My buddy, and yet he was about to make a rather poignant move on me, and one that I had no idea if I had any preparation for in the meantime.

“Here. Do you want some reassurance that all’s well that ends well?”

Lou leaned in closer to my face and he pressed his lips onto mine. That unquestionably counted as my first kiss, as well as my first kiss on a boy. The feeling of his skin on my own sent a shiver down my spine. A shiver followed by a warm sensation in the pit of my stomach. The undeniable warmth and power of a kiss on my own two lips, the feeling of love, brotherly and romantic and otherwise.

He let go of me and looked long into my face with his own lips parted ever so slight, as if he couldn’t believe that he had kissed me. I couldn’t believe that I had been kissed right then, either.

“Whoa.” My heart fluttered in my chest. There was an odd little flame in between us right then, and one I couldn’t exactly put into words.

“Yeah,” Lou assured me with a slight raise of his eyebrows. “By the way, Angie doesn’t know about that.”

I nodded my head at that. “Of course, of course.” I swallowed: no way would I be able to shake the taste of his lips from my own after that. “What do you suggest?” I asked him.

“Let’s just keep feeding him,” he told me with a shrug and a running of his fingers through his fine hair. “He obviously loves your cooking and—I do, too, quite frankly. Humble little Jewish boy who grew up with two professors and in a world that looks at him funny. If it were me, I'd welcome the deliciousness, too.”

I parted my lips and fetched up a sigh. It didn’t help matters that Alex was still there in the next room like a little puppy that awaited its owner.

All the while, I straightened up the lapels on my jacket and I took one step forth. I made my way to the entrance to the living room.

He had reclined back all the way in that chair, such that he clasped a hand to the crown of his head. His Adam’s apple was prominent and slightly pointed. I took a glimpse down to find that he had all but let his jeans slide down his hips. Every inch of his belly, from his ribs down to his hipbones was exposed. His face was rosy and soft, as rosy as I had ever seen on him.

I not only woke up inside of me, but I woke up something in him as well.

“Oh, my god—that was just—that was so good—”

He rolled his head over the top of the chair and cracked open his eyes. He treated us to a soft groan from the inside of his throat. I shifted my weight again and I could feel Lou right there behind me.

It was such a tender sight to see, and yet, given he had lifted his shirt off his skin and nudged his jeans down his legs a bit. So tender and sweet, and yet...

His skin looked soft and smooth, and I knew that if one of us touched it, it would be like touching silk. His belly button had this odd little cuteness to it, this little dark button right in the middle of his pale skin. There was a part of me that wanted to poke him there. Give him a little poke followed by a tender little caress, as if he was a dog.

The thought of little scritches on his belly, like all around his ribs, gave me a feeling that I couldn’t completely describe, and if I did have to describe it, it would come about in the form of touches on myself.

A feeling I could not describe or put into any sort of words, even if I tried.

Another thing that I couldn’t exactly explain? The mere softness of his skin there before us made me want to give him a whole manner of kisses. It was this odd feeling inside of my own stomach, this feeling that I had unlocked something in all three of us by a mere making of matzo soup and some hot chocolate.

He ran his fingers through his black hair and pushed his head back into the top of the chair. He closed his eyes, and a sweet little smile crossed his face. Something about him that was so soft and so delicate right then: usually, Alex had this stern, almost grave look plastered over his face, but he looked genuinely boyish right then, as if he had reverted to being a young boy back at his parents’ house with his tummy full and his body warm and nourished.

I almost couldn’t handle it. I shook my head and I turned away from him. I doubled back into the hallway, back to the bathroom, but Lou caught me before I could go any further than the first couple of steps away from the living room.

I shook my head.

“I can’t,” I whispered into his face.

“Can’t what?” he asked me.

I shifted my weight yet again.

“I’m getting weirdly horny at the sight of his belly,” I confessed to him. Lou peered over his shoulder to the room behind us and he shivered at the sight of Alex back there.

“You know, it’s a funny thing. I am, too.”

I rubbed my eyes with the palms of my hands. “What’s happening to me, Lou,” I muttered aloud. “What is happening to me. This has never happened before.”

“Well, try to work with it,” he suggested. “Maybe don’t sit on it so much because it could probably be helpful to you.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Seriously.”

I ran my fingers through my hair on either side of my head. Never before had my hair felt so fine up to that point, and I knew that it had to do with the fact that I had taken good care of myself up to that point. I wondered if I could take more care of myself if I just rolled with it, too.

“What do you think I should do?” I asked him.

“Go in there and view the skin on that boy’s full belly,” he told me. “Get a good look at him. Get comfortable with him. You tapped into something sweet and precious with him. You can do it.” He clasped onto my hands and he brought them both up to his mouth for a gentle little kiss along the sides.

“You don’t have to touch him,” Lou added with a peek over my fingers. “But you connected with him through his stomach and his memory. You can do it with your words, too.”

“And then what?”

“Make him more stuff and just—see where it goes from there,” he coaxed me, and he held onto my left hand with both of his. “I’ll be there with you. Every single step of the way.”

I showed him a little smile. “Thanks, Lou,” I told him. “I think the best thing you and I can do right now is just—follow our way and see where it all takes us, I suppose.”

“Exactly, right,” he assured me with an extending of his hand towards me. I took his hand, and he gave the back of my right hand a little kiss.

I then turned around and faced Alex there in the recliner, and at that point, he had tucked his hands underneath his head; and I strode on closer to him. My heart pounded in my chest as I neared him and his beautiful bare skin.

“Alex?”

“Hm?” He gazed up at me with a sleepy, euphoric look upon his face. There was a part of me that wanted to take one of the blankets out of the hall close and put it over his body just so he could rest well in that big comfy chair. I had never seen him so soft before and it woke something inside of me.

“This is—“ I started, but then I stopped right in my tracks. “—this is—“

“I know, I’m—” He hiccuped right then and brought a hand to his mouth. “I’m enjoying this just a bit too much,” he groaned out in a near whisper. “It just—you know—it just feels so good to me.” His fingers crept over his belly button and down towards the waist of his jeans. I shifted my weight at the mere sight of him. I could feel my lips twitching. I could feel something else twitching.

I didn’t want to see him like this. I didn’t want to feel like this. But I couldn’t help it, and Lou being right there right behind me didn’t help matters, either.

He sat up a bit and nudged a lock of hair behind his ear.

“Care for more food down the line?” I suggested.

“Oh, please,” he told me with a little smile on his face. It was so sweet whenever Alex genuinely smiled: it always made me think of ice thawing and sunlight peeking through clouds on the last day of the wintertime. “Mind if I digest a bit longer, though? It just feels so good inside me, and—“ He glanced down at his exposed skin and cracked a smile. “—this right here feels so right.”

“This is gonna seem a bit crazy,” I started again, and I could feel Lou encouraging me back there at the hallway; “—but—would it be okay if I touched you there?”

He blinked his eyes and then raised his eyebrows at me.

“What, here?” He stroked his fingers over his bare belly.

“Yeah. It just… looks really soft. And warm.”

“Oh, it’s very soft and warm here,” he told me with a little smirk. “At least on the outside. Inside, I’m all warm and snug. I bet it would feel even better to have a hand on me.”

With a nibble on my lip, I leaned forth and gently lay my hand on his belly. He was very warm on the inside: warm, almost cozy.

I moved my hand around in circles over his belly button.

Soft and smooth indeed! As if I was petting a cat.

Alex parted his lips and closed his eyes part of the way, as if he was so aroused right then.

In fact, when I lowered my gaze for a split second down to his legs, I noticed that he did have a little chub rising down there. Full in tummy and full below the belt as well.

He cozied down into the chair a bit more and he returned his hands to underneath the back of his head.

“Enjoying yourself, Alex?” Lou called from behind me: I could hear him stifle a chuckle in there.

“You have no idea, Lou,” he groaned out, a euphoric, blissful moment.

And I had no idea, either. No idea what I had just gotten myself into right then.

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 31

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. 

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

Dr. Miller sat behind me with his arms wrapped around me in the outdoor tub. Watching the snow fall around us was surreal. 

“Is it possible that I like this place even more than the castle?” I asked aloud, sinking an inch deeper into the water to cover the tops of my shoulders. I smiled to myself when his lips touched my neck.

“I think I do, too.” Dr. Miller walked his fingers down my stomach and it made me giggle. “When did you know?” He asked.

“When did I know?”

“That you, uh..”

“When did I fall in love with you?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Dr. Miller nibbled gently on my earlobe now.

“Mmm..” I closed my eyes. “I think I fell in love with you a little bit each day.” My hand linked with his across my midsection. “Until it built up to what I'm feeling now.”

“What are you feeling now?” He asked quietly against my ear.

“Like I never want to be away from you.” I pulled his hand up out of the water and kissed the back of his knuckles. “Like I could do this forever.”

“I could, too.” Dr. Miller continued to kiss along my neck and his arms tightened around me. “You make me a better man.”

“How does something like this happen?” I wondered the thought aloud. “I've dated around and tried to find what we have. No one else ever came close.”

“I guess these things just happen.” 

I turned around to face him. “I want you every second of every day.”

“I know the feeling.”

I kissed him, finding a spot on either side of where he sat for my knees. The sudden cold against my back from emerging a few inches out of the water sent a chill up my spine. It didn't phase me.

Dr. Miller’s arms hugged around my upper body as his tongue fought for dominance over mine. Being up in the woods on the lake truly felt like some personal utopia.

We kissed. Our bodies merged. We held one another. Neither one of us held back.

Inside, after being exposed to such extreme hots and colds in the outdoors, we snuggled naked together beneath the fluffy down comforter in the bed in the loft.

I didn't know if I was warm or cold or somewhere in between. But my body felt perfectly relaxed and content in Dr. Miller’s embrace.

Long after he fell asleep I laid there awake. The moonlight cast a glow outside and I could see the snow still falling gently upon the outside world out the window.

This is even better than the castle.

I glanced over at Dr. Miller beside me. He was curled on his side, facing me snoring away. It made me huff a single, quiet laugh to myself. It made me feel like he was just as content as I was.

For whatever reason, at the late hour, I thought of the name Lou Brackett. The man who had left Dr. Miller the house and all his money.

Do I have to teach you everything? Tori had jokingly said to me at lunch when she Googled Lake Kora.

I decided to take her lead and reached for my phone on the nightstand. I punched in the four digit passcode and then clicked on the explorer icon. My thumbs typed away and searched specifically, Louis Brackett New York State.

Like any search, a collection of links popped in the form of a neat, little list in Google. Pictures of four or five different people showed up on the top and I decided I would just click on the first link - which offered every single person by that name from here to Florida.

Louis Brackett, age 52. Current city: Tampa, Florida

Louis Bracket, age 22. Current city: Raleigh, North Carolina.

The list went on, and so I went back and added the word obituary to it. I clicked the first link this time and began reading about the man. It matched up to the timeline Dr. Miller had said to me. He was in his late twenties or early thirties, which would have put Lou Brackett’s death anywhere between ten and fifteen years ago. The Lou Brackett I had found died thirteen years prior and was seventy-eight years old. The cause? Cancer. Surviving family members - zero. There was mention of the tragic death of his granddaughter, Linda Brackett.

I went back again, searching the two names together. I almost lost my breath when I read the headline of the first news story.

Grandfather Confesses to the Murder of Ace Deerfield on Death Bed.

I clicked on the link and my eyes traveled below to the contents of the main article:

Louis Brackett watched Ace Deerfield walk out of court as a free man. He had been on trial for brutally murdering Brackett’s 17 year old granddaughter, Linda Brackett. As the tragic result of a mistrial, Deerfield avoided a life sentence and served only six months in a county prison.

“He winked at me,” Brackett claimed with tears in his eyes. “That bastard winked at me because he knows what he did. There was evidence of it. He was caught doing it and because of a technicality, he gets to walk.”

The details of the case are too gruesome to detail, however there were various images of Deerfield smiling and smirking throughout the notorious trial. He was also thought to have been linked to another unsolved murder; however no charges have ever been filed.

As most of you know, Ace Deerfield was murdered fourteen months after he walked out of prison. It remained unsolved - until now.

Brackett, who also lost his wife to cancer six months ago, laid in his hospital bed with tubes up his nose attached to an oxygen tank and meekly asked hospital staff to phone the local police. They obliged, and when officers arrived on scene, the grieving grandfather confessed to the murder of Deerfield.

“He knew details that only the person who murdered Ace Deerfield would know,” Officer Bryan O’Connor explained. “We aren’t offering any more details, as the case is still unfolding.”

Less than two hours later, Louis Brackett passed away from his illness. He was never formally charged with the death of Ace Deerfield.

Wow. That wasn’t what I expected when I searched up Lou Brackett. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. The skeletons in the metaphorical closets seemed like they were never ending. I turned to look at Dr. Miller. None of this had to do with him specifically, but the story was so wild I knew he had to have some insight to it.

Stop blaming him. I knew it would be unfair to bring it up now. If he was close to Lou Brackett, which apparently he was, it would be cold to bring up something so morbid and sad. The poor, terminally ill man turned to murder to avenge his granddaughter’s death because justice hadn’t been served. Her killer walked free.

Poor Dr. Miller has been surrounded by tragedy. 

I placed my phone back down on the nightstand and pulled the covers up past my shoulders. I ran a hand through Dr. Miller’s hair and kissed his forehead. In his sleep it made him stir and turn without waking up so his back was to me. I cuddled myself around him, wrapping my arm around his midsection and kissing the back of his shoulder.

“I love you,” I whispered to him, despite him still being asleep. As much as he took care of me,  I wanted to take care of him. He needed it - I could tell. Despite the money, the confidence, the lavish house, the charisma and the ear-to-ear grin, there was a lot of hurt; a lot of pain. I wanted to be the one to dull that pain. The future could certainly be sunnier than the darkness of the past.

I closed my eyes and rested my cheek against his bare back, holding him tight. Nothing was going to take this man away from me. He deserved a happy next chapter to his life. I was honored that I was chosen to be the one to give that to him.

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[philcsophcr]

➽ lux et veritas! welcome to yale, ( MARIENNE HUGO ). you’re a ( PROFESSOR ), aren’t you? your form says you’re ( 31 ), go by ( SHE/HER ), and excel in ( PHILOSOPHY ). but looking back at your college essay, i’d describe you as ( THE SMELL IN THE AIR BEFORE A STORM; A STRING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER; SOFT CASHMERE BLANKETS; DEEP THOUGHT AND DEEPER GAZES ). keep out of the shadows!

baseline.

full name:  marienne louise hugo neé harris nickname:  mari, ri, lou name meaning:  liberty/equality affiliation: none (uncommons eventually) age:  thirty-one date of birth:  november 27 star sign:  sagittarius place of birth:  athens, georgia current location:  new haven, connecticut gender:  cis-female pronouns:  she/her sexual orientation:  demisexual religion:  philosopher occupation:  philosophy professor family:  john harris (father), marie harris (mother), TBA Harris (younger sibling, WC), TBA Harris (younger sibling, WC), ian hugo (husband), verona hugo (daughter) education level:  graduated from yale with a masters degree in philosophy living arrangements:  cheap faculty housing near campus with ian hugo and verona hugo financial status:  middle-class spoken languages:  english, latin, greek, mandarin personality:  (-) dogged, easily distracted, flippant (+) intelligent, loyal, passionate

inspiration.

bio.

marienne was born in athens, georgia to her parents john and marie.

she has two younger siblings (both of whom are WC and genderless until taken up)

she was always a smart, precocious, and sometimes too invasive child.

the wonders of the universe have always fascinated her.

she worked very hard in school to get things done and make a path for herself.

her dream was to study philosophy at yale and she succeeded in that dream thanks to opportunities afforded to her by her hard work.

after attending yale and graduating with a masters in philosophy she spent a lot of time studying and learning.

eventually she applied for a professor position at yale and with the right certification was hired on.

she met Ian Hugo during the beginning of her teaching years, having sat with him at a coffee shop by happenstance and ranted for a long time about philosophy, so much so that he was forced to just stare in awe of the amount she was getting out (and the fact that he was a bit smitten)

she noticed this after a bit and laughed it off, offering him a chance to talk about his passions (which he did, teaching her more about literature outside of the philosophy books she trended towards) and after that they formed a close friendship.

it didn’t take long for them to end up on an actual date, and from there romance blossomed. Ian was a part of the uncommons but marienne had (and has) no idea as of yet.

the two were married a few years in to their relationship and have been together since.

they have a young daughter named Verona who is the spitting image of the them put together (and a little bit a potato because all babies look like potatoes)

marienne’s curiosity has drawn the attention of the uncommons and they now have designs on recruiting her and want her husband to help. 

she has never once believed that everything is hunky dory at yale and has long suspected SOMETHING. maybe not demons (though she’s open to the possibility) but something was very wrong with the school.

these are just quick notes I have a lot more in my head sksksk

wanted connections.

best friend — obviously her husband is her best friend for all intents and purposes, but generally you need someone outside of that that you bounce ideas off of. Can be any adult around her age from town or the university (professor or not) and I’d really be tickled if they were secretly a demon and she hadn’t like gotten suspicious at all yet! This is the person she goes to when stuff is tough (this is a WC on the main but can be filled in game if someone really wants to)

younger siblings — both were able to get into Yale, one is more thrilled about it than the other, but Marienne leaves her home open to both of them to come and go as they please. Whatever their affiliation, it doesn’t matter. Gender doesn’t matter. It’s a WC on the main!

coffee buddy — someone who likes when Marienne gets on a tear about philosophy. It could be one of her students or another professor or anyone in between, but they meet up for coffee once or twice a week and ask Marienne questions for her to be able to ramble on for a bit.

rival — professional or otherwise, this person just doesn’t like Marienne. Whether they were into Ian and she ended up with him, whether they think her class is ridiculous in the grand scheme of things (and are firmly grounded in their thoughts), or whether they just straight up don’t like her for whatever reason, they’ve formed a rivalry with Marienne which she feels, and while she doesn’t go out of her way to participate, she won’t sit back and be abused either.

anything and everything, just hmu if you have ideas.

[lboogie1906]

Ambassador Dr. Cindy Lou Courville (November 6, 1954) is a diplomat and expert on Africa. Born in Opelousas, Louisiana, to Earnest and Mar Courville.

She received a BA and an MA in Political Science from the University of Louisiana at Lafayette and enrolled at the University of Denver in Colorado where she received an MA and Ph.D. from its Josef Korbel School of International Studies. She took an interest in the liberation struggles in Rhodesia, drawing comparisons to the segregated South.

She pursued an academic career as a member of the political science faculty at Hanover College and Occidental College. Her attempt at a tenured academic post at Occidental failed, and she would refer back to that disappointment as a hidden blessing because she found herself at the center of policy and decision-making on African issues.

She began working as a political-military analyst for the Defense Intelligence Agency, she served as policy staff director for Africa in the Directorate of Operations, and as deputy assistant defense intelligence officer for Africa policy in the office of the secretary of defense for Africa.

She moved to the White House, joining the National Security Council and her former University of Denver classmate, Dr. Condoleezza Rice. She was a senior intelligence officer in the office of the chief of staff, and the director for African Affairs, she was appointed special assistant to the president and senior director for African Affairs at the NSC.

President Bush appointed her as the first Ambassador to the African Union in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. She led US efforts to promote cooperation and engagement among the African states in areas of peacekeeping, conflict resolution, and economic, social, and political development issues.

She left her post and returned to private life, speaking at events, providing expertise on Africa, and returning to academia, including serving as a professor at the National Defense Intelligence College. She joined the private sector as CEO at the global professional services company, PMIC, Incorporated. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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The people below are Criminals: “I have records and proof from 1993 up to now July 29, 2015. I have never been on welfare in my life nor was Cindy Cina Deceased July 29, 2002.

Other names used Fraud Identity Theft:

These VICTIMS! Other names they have used including Teamster Gold Membership Card Union Number belonging to my deceased December 1985 Father Joseph Cina World War Two Veteran..

Seaman Card Merchant Marine License belonging to Emil Anthony Cina Deceased Vietnam veteran December 1998 3 tours 1969 thru 1971 died of Agent Orange Long Beach California.

-Cindy Suzanne Cina Deceased July 29, 2002 using driver’s license, social security numbers credit cards ect. Using Anthem Blue Cross Medical Insurance.

Cindy’s Father Paul Wenzal Step Mother Virginia Wenzal names and embezzling from their accounts. Criminals: Don Slayton John Slayton Joseph Cina Jr. John Daniel Cina Lisa Wenzal Lou Labelarte tried to embezzle money and property from him in March 2013 to date July 29, 2002.

-Notary Stamp Stolen from 5842 Yarmouth Ave. Encino Ca. January 2002, Over $20,000 in Jewelry personal Items and paper work also stolen from:24425 Woolsey Cyn. Rd. spc.#21 Chatsworth Ca. in June 2009

-Joseph Cina Deceased December 1985 World War Two Veteran, retired Teamster using his Teamster card, collecting pension.

-Emil Anthony Cina Deceased December 1997 Viet Nam Veteran using his Veterans benefits collecting pension. Address on Pine and 10 street Long Beach Ca. 90813

-Christopher James Cina Deceased December 1962 social security number, drivers license

-Paul Cina using social security card, drivers CDL A TWIC Card, Credit Cards, ect. social security Widower benefits $1,149. + Monthly

-Dominic Paul Cina Son 19 yrs. using social security drivers license ect. collecting social security Widower benefits $1,149. + Monthly

-Christina Nichole Cina Daughter 13 yrs. old using social security drivers’ license. collecting social security Widower Benefits $1,149.+ monthly

Others involved as following:

These our the CRIMINALS and Pedophiles!

-This is Illegal Identity theft; child abduction by social workers from The ~Department Of Children Family Services

~ Los Angeles County Mental Health. Filling false medical police reports is a felony., Kidnapping is a Federal Charge.

-Santa Monica City College Sunday Services: Metro Church Calvary Chapel

1420 Yale St Santa Monica, CA 90404

(310) 394-9900

~Summit Mobile Home Park24425 Woolsey Canyon Road, West Hills, CA 91304. Telephone: (818) 340-7564.Here’s where you find Identity Thief’s, Burglary, Child Molesters; Don Slayton Kathy Erwein, Joseph Jr. Cina Tanya Abremson, Rose Mercer, John Slayton, Bernice Osbourne, Cory Miller, Andrew Long, Debbie and Kit, Rusty and Carie, Dairy Cox, Gayla Squires child molesters and Identity Thief’s and their friends and associates.

-Shepherd of the Hills Shepherd Church | 19700 Rinaldi St Porter Ranch, Here’s where you find Identity Thief’s; Steven Gerhardt, Chris Gerhardt, Rosalie Slayton

-Rocky Peak Chatsworth Church At Rocky Peak. Sort: Most Relevant. … 22601 Santa Susana Pass Rd Chatsworth, CA 91311 (818) SEX OFFENDER PROGRAM: Here’s where you find Pedophiles Identity Thief’s: Alisa Brown, Steven Gerhardt Kia Brown, ,Richard Abremson, Lou Labellarte

-Jehovah’s Witnesses1560 1st St. Simi Valley, CA 93065(805) 526-7931here is where you find these thief’s and criminals: Rose Mercer, Kia Brown, aka Cindy Cina aka Paul Cina

Redondo Beach Hawthorne: Arlene Jourgenson,

Inglewood Ca.: Kia brown, Katrina Brown withdrew Over $50,000 from Bank of America Bank in July 2009.

-Jehovah’s Witnesses14875 Campus Park Dr # D Moorpark, CA 93021(805) 529-7034 : here is where you find these thief’s and criminals: Joseph jr. Cina, Kia Brown and Katrina Brown stole my Direct Express Card May 1, 2014 from ATM Bank of The West ATM 7:30 am Long Beach Blvd.$200 cash

San Gabriel Valley: Barbara Cina, John Daniel Cina, Diane Terintino

-Glendale Ca.Glendale Seventh Day Adventist Church

610 E California Ave. Glendale, CA(818) 244-7241,here is where you can find these Identity thief’s burglary thief’s: Lisa Wenzal, Lou Labellarte withdrew funds from Lou Labelarte, Lisa Wenzal

Were stealing cash from Cindy and Paul Cina: Oppenheimer Accounts from 1997 until now. Wells Fargo Accounts, Bank America Paul and Cindy bank accounts, Vista Credit Union Accounts. Over $100,000 from July 29, 2002

-Woodland Hills Community Church Room 203 –21338 Dumetz Rd.//

Canoga Ave. here is where you can find these Identity thief’s burglary thief’s: Tanya Abremson, Richard Abremson, ‘Anna’, Chris Gerhardt, Tanya Abremson, Rosalie, Toni, Tina Evans, Patty Wagoner, Rose Mercer

-Emelita Street Elementary School – 17931 Hatteras St. Encino, CA 91316..www.trulia.com/schools/CA-Encino Emelita Street Elementary is where you find child molesters Identity Thief’s: Sarah Elxan, Hirach Elxan, stole thousands from my accounts: Patty Wagoner, Chris Gerhardt, Rosalie Slayton, Tina Evans, Toni

-The Valley Club San Fernando Valley: Richard Abremson, Rick Egote

West Valley Group

-Woodland Hills Presbyterian Church 5751 Platt Ave.Burbank Blvd. AA: Richard Abremson, Rick Egote

-Beacon House 1003 S Beacon St, San Pedro, CA 90731

(310) 514-4940: Rocky Conway, Lou Labelarte

-Summit Mobile Home Park Woolsey Cyn. Chatsworth Ca.: John Slayton, Don Slayton, Dairy Cox, Rusty, Carrie, Debbie, Kit, Gayla Squires, Sarah Elxan, Hierarch Elxan Kathy Erwein Don Theadore Jack Bernstein Danny Epstein Alisa Brown

-Narcotics Anonymous: , Richard Abremson, Russell Perskey, Rocky Conway

Alcoholic Anonymous Dumitz meeting Saturday morning: Tanya Abremson, Rosalie, Toni, Tina Evans, Patty Wagoner, Rose Mercer

-Encino Cali. Sarah Elxan, Hirach Elxan, stole thousands from my accounts at: Washington Mutual Venture Blvd.

-At Bank of America, Washington Mutual, Wells Fargo and have been collecting social security benefits in my name and our two children’s names. $1,149. Monthly 4 checks each

-They all have credit cards, drivers’ licenses, student loans, social security cards in my name Paul, Cindy, Dominic, and Christina Cina names. They also have student loans out and cars registered in our names. Identity Theft.

-Simi Valley Cali. ‘Cindy Cina LinkedIn,’ This involves a number of social workers from the Walden Center, Inner Circle Foster Care agencies committing fraud collecting widowers benefits under Paul, Dominic and Christina Cina.

Mass Mutual Life Insurance Policy $250,000 Stolen by Lisa Wenzal, Lou Labelarte, Barbara Cina Joseph jr. Cina John Daniel Cina Diane Cina

-Social Security benefits Stolen by: Katrina Brown, Arlene Jourgenson, Jackie Small, Annie Harcunian, Veronica Bonellia, Cory Miller Bernice Osbourne CSW social workers from Department Of Children Family Services

-‘Paul Cina Plastering Co

24425 Woolsey Cyn. Rd. Spc.#21

Canoga Park Ca.

5842 Yarmouth Ave,

Encino Cali

27 Wellington Dr, Pembroke, MA 02359

(508) 713-0721 Dr, Pembroke, MA 02359

-(508) 713-0721: Here is where you find the child molesters, Identity thief’s: Joseph jr. Cina, John Daniel Cina, Barbara Cina, Diane Cina, DonTriano, Jolyn Triano, Yola Triano, JoAnn Cina, JoAnn Downey, John Slayton, Russell Persky, Rocky Conway, Anthony Terintino Tanya Abremson Richard Abremson, Jane Navero, Jerry Navero, Jay Field, Judy Navero, Don Slayton, Andrew Long Don Theodore Jack Bernstein Danny Ebstein Chris Gerhardt, Steven Gerhardt, Lisa Wenzal, Lou Labellarte, Richard Egote Jay fields Kia Brown Don Theodore Paul Sanchez their friends and associates.

-Burglary: They stole all of our property, clothes, furniture inducing baby photos tools, televisions, x-box, Play Stations, videos, books all toys stuffed animals, personal items Cindy Wedding, dress and trunk I saved for Dominic and Christina, tools lawn mowers, punching bags weights 3 mountain bikes $20,000 jewelry, $8,550 bond, credit cards everything bank accounts social security cards certificates:

-“They are no friends or family of mine Paul Cina (Cindy Deceased July 29, 2002) or Dominic Cina or Christina Cina

They ruined our life’s. Any questions contact Harris Ginsberg Family law it on my resume.

Sworn affidavit by:

Paul Stephen Cina

Professional Driver TSA TWIC Card.

Certified Digital Literacy Certificate Long Beach City College December 12, 2012

Microsoft Specialist Long Beach City College January 25, 2015

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