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ofliterarynature · 13 days

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TBR TAKEDOWN: Week 15 (September 8)

TLDR: I have too many unread books, and I’m asking tumblr to help me downsize. Pick one or none - it doesn't have to be something you've read, just the one you think sounds the worst! Comments and reblogs welcome, book descriptions below the cut. See my pinned post for more info.

The Invisible Library by Genevieve Cogman

Irene must be at the top of her game or she'll be off the case – permanently . . .

Irene is a professional spy for the mysterious Library, which harvests fiction from different realities. And along with her enigmatic assistant Kai, she's posted to an alternative London. Their mission – to retrieve a dangerous book. But when they arrive, it's already been stolen. London's underground factions seem prepared to fight to the very death to find her book.

Adding to the jeopardy, this world is chaos-infested – the laws of nature bent to allow supernatural creatures and unpredictable magic. Irene's new assistant is also hiding secrets of his own.

Soon, she's up to her eyebrows in a heady mix of danger, clues and secret societies. Yet failure is not an option – the nature of reality itself is at stake.

The Silence of Bones by June Hur

1800, Joseon (Korea). Homesick and orphaned sixteen-year-old Seol is living out the ancient curse: “May you live in interesting times.” Indentured to the police bureau, she’s been tasked with assisting a well-respected young inspector with the investigation into the politically charged murder of a noblewoman.

As they delve deeper into the dead woman's secrets, Seol forms an unlikely bond of friendship with the inspector. But her loyalty is tested when he becomes the prime suspect, and Seol may be the only one capable of discovering what truly happened on the night of the murder.

But in a land where silence and obedience are valued above all else, curiosity can be deadly.

Devil and the Bluebird by Jennifer Mason-Black

Blue Riley has wrestled with her own demons ever since the loss of her mother to cancer. But when she encounters a beautiful devil at her town crossroads, it's her runaway sister's soul she fights to save. The devil steals Blue's voice--inherited from her musically gifted mother--in exchange for a single shot at finding Cass.

Armed with her mother's guitar, a knapsack of cherished mementos, and a pair of magical boots, Blue journeys west in search of her sister. When the devil changes the terms of their deal, Blue must reevaluate her understanding of good and evil and open herself up to finding family in unexpected places.

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myers-meadow · 1 year

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Sirius Black x Jas Daly: Happy memories

Title: Happy memories

Pairings: Sirius Black x OC Jas Daly (@devil-doll13's oc)

Summary: Sirius doesn't often talk about himself, or how hard life is for him, even outside of Azkaban. He has you, however. Or: Sirius takes you on an unconventional date.

Warnings: none. kissing. angst? comfort.

Wordcount: 1030

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Sirius never discussed his past. After over a dozen years in Azkaban, and the world outside of it must feel so foreign to him. Yet there were many things that made you wonder, about the man he was, the man he used to be, about how he’d grown and changed. The muggle posters are still on the walls of his teenage room, and he only took them down after you joked about them. He was a Gryffindor; yet secretive in talking about his school days. After the dementors, maybe not much was left. You had no idea what it was like, except that it was bad. And how could you, if he avoided the topic?

Sirius never talked about his family. They spoke for themselves, through Kreacher and through the paintings that yelled slurs at you as you walked by. He told you to pay it no mind. When you offered to burn down the painting, as it was stuck on with magic that neither of you seemed to be able to remove, he laughed it off. You wondered when he’d feel ready to face that part of himself.

He dressed like his old self, however. In rich velvet jackets, red hinting to a leftover of house pride, with a picture of his old friend group tucked in the inside pocket. The beard he kept. Once a rebel, always a familial disgrace.

When you started coming over more frequently, the two of you cleaned the entire place one day, in the spring. He lifted you in the air, and you laughed as he hoisted you up so you could reach the high chandeliers in the hallway. The finishing touch was a vase of wildflowers that you picked on the school grounds, enchanted to last longer. His eyes were fond as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you work your magic, bringing colour back into his old home.

Every time he revealed something new about himself, felt like a flower opening up in the light of a new day. That day, it was his old motorcycle. It was much like Hagrid’s one; an experiment of magic and muggle technology and felt decidedly unsafe. It was against anyone’s advice to take the thing out for a drive, but that didn’t matter as no one would know. Sirius was good at secrets.

He held you close to his chest, his breath tickling the top of your head, one arm around your waist, as he guided the enchanted vehicle through the air. You hoped the cloaking charms were strong enough, but tonight was not for worrying. If there’s anything Sirius encouraged in you, it was to live in the moment and forget about all but him.

He took you to one of the highest roof tops of London, a bank, or flat, or some other place no soul would go. The stars were high and bright, even with the light pollution of the city. You couldn’t decide what you’d rather watch, the stars in the sky or the twinkling city bustling below you. Sirius had already decided, though, and didn’t take his eyes off you.

“Did we really come all this way just for you to stare at me?” you joked. He grinned and leaned back on his elbows. “You can do that at home.”

“I’m sure it must feel like you have a strange husk of a man as your lover,” he started, out of the blue, and stared at the sky to avoid your eyes. “Azkaban was… it took so much away from me. Not just the time… but the memories. Everyone from my past is either dead or all grown up, has a life without me. There are few good things of my life before it that I can recall. And now, there is you…”

You shifted closer to him, pressing your head against his shoulder. “I don’t expect you to tell me, especially not all at once.”

He looked at you, pressed a kiss to your temple, his beard tickled against your crown. He smelled nice, comforting like a family dog.

“The wind up here is real nice,” he said, the gratitude thick in his voice. “It’s so good to be free again.”

You’re stunned at his vulnerability. This may be the first time he’s ever acknowledged the impact his captivity had on him to you. He lays back on the concrete, pulling you with him, flush against his chest.

“We’ll just have to make new memories,” you say softly, curling into him. “Better ones, ones so good you forget about the bad.”

“Is that a promise?” The baritone of his voice made his chest vibrate and you lift your head to peck a kiss on his lips.

“Of course.”

“Then, let’s swear together.” He sat up suddenly, rousing you, and you shifted to sit in front of him, cross-legged. He held out his hand and you gripped it, thumbs pressing together. “I, Sirius Black, swear that I will take you, Jasmine Daly, on many great adventures, and during these adventures I will keep you safe, and make sure that we will go home to each other.”

“I, Jasmine Daly, love you, Sirius Black, and I will be by your side for as long as you want me. I will do everything I can to fill your life with happy memories. Together we will share a most wonderful life.”

He pulled you closer and kissed you desperately. “My woman, my beautiful woman, what did I do to deserve you? You’ve already given me so much good in this wretched life.”

You laugh as he peppered your face and neck in tickly kisses.

“What did I do to deserve you?” you retorted, pressing his face close and kissing him properly.

The stars were witness to a love greater than most, on that high London rooftop. Once you returned home, the portraits were asleep. No insults before bed tonight. You slept easy in his arms, the arms of the man who cherished you unlike any other, who brought laughter into your life like no one else could. Every small moments spent with him carried you on wings throughout the week to come.

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. I saw they were at Brégançon this weekend, which inspired this. Hope you all enjoy!

She smiled as she took in the gorgeous view of the sea from the open window, breeze faintly fluttering the curtains around her and providing the most pleasant chill as she took in the way the light danced on the water. Her smiled widened as she felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her into his chest fully, nestling his head on top of hers, surrounding her completely in him.

“Mmmhm, this is nice,” she hummed after a moment breaking the contented silence that had settled over them as they watched the waves.

“Mhmm, hmm,” he agreed pressing a kiss into her hair. After a few more minutes, he moved to whisper in her ear, “I have a surprise for you.”

“Do you?” She asked, eyes glittering with excitement as she quickly spun in his arms.

He laughed gently at her enthusiasm, her joy, the light in her eyes lightening his soul in a way that was nothing less than magical. “Yup, it’s on our bed.”

“You’re going to spoil me,” she shook her head dismissively, lowering her head a little as she blushed.

“Nothing is too good for my wife,” he scolded lightly, meaning every word and conveying it through the way he gently lifted her face back to his so he could look her in her too-blue eyes.

“Just this month alone - first a romantic escapade around London, then a romantic weekend home at Touquet, now this weekend here, just the two of us. a girl could get used to this, M. Macron,” she teased.

“I’m counting on it, Mme Macron,” he leaned in to kiss her meaningfully at that, conveying in the movement of his lips against her just how much he loves her. Pulling back with a smile, he instructed, “now go check out the surprise. I’ll be waiting for you by the pool -“

“But -“

“Just trust me,” he winked as he walked off, leaving her a little suspicious despite her excitement.

Determined, she made her way quickly to their bedroom, stopping when she found a large white garment box sitting at the end of the bed with a bright red ribbon tied around it. Slowly, she pulled on one of the loose ends, unraveling the bow and freeing the lid. Her mouth dropped when she removed the top of the box and saw the contents inside before she broke out into a deep red flush. ‘Oh.’ She thought as her brain started to kick back into gear.

He was beginning to get extremely excited as he waited to see her reaction. He knew what he had hoped for, but he also wasn’t going to push her out of her comfort zone. It’s been years since he’s seen her wear anything like this (and he knows why) but since it was just them this weekend, he really, really - his brain grinding to a halt when he saw her walking towards him.

“So, this look as good as you expected?” She teased coming to a stop just out of reach in front of him wearing his gift - a black string bikini that left very little to his imagination (not that he needed it - he knew every single bit of her better than he knew himself).

“Better,” he whispered when he regained the ability to speak. “Holy shit, Brigitte.”

She laughed at that, pleased, that even all these years later, even at her age, she still could provoke such a strong reaction out of him.

“Good God, you’re gorgeous,” he continued as he finally snapped back to reality enough to walk up to her, his hands now greedy to find a place on her warm, tanned, exposed skin.

“And you’re overdressed now, my handsome husband,” she replied, slipping her hands underneath his polo to encourage him to join her.

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded eagerly, happy to strip down until he was clothed appropriately.

“Better,” she praised, slipping her hands down his chest, pulling him to her to kiss him senseless.

Heloo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Emmanuel still checking off things out of his fantasies list haha how not to love it! He probably won’t allow that bikini to stay longer on her body but it’s the intention that counts 😛

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

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spicyclover · 2 years

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War is over...

First Harry Potter fan fiction. I had this in my draft for so long.

Summary: War is over, but moving on is not always easy.

Enjoy, and let me know what you think in the comment section!

It was dawn in London. My eyelids opened gently, leaving my pupils accustomed to the first rays of the sun that crossed my veil curtains. Lulled by the murmurs of the house, I woke up quietly, enjoying the morning calm. I sat on my bed and enjoyed birds singing in the park.

The Black home no longer looked like the filthy, dark London home full of black magic and curse. We, Harry and I, had undertaken to renovate it entirely. Black had given way to white and bright and warm colours. My room and Harry’s room were on the top floor of the house. We chose this floor because it had been the least used in the past. We were close to each other and separated from the rest of the house. Our nightmares, fears and the ghosts of our history will be present in us. They will not understand.

The house spanned three floors and a basement, given the others, but inside it was different. We had five floors, a basement, a cellar and a beautiful well of light that illuminated the house's stairs. It took us months to renovate it, remove the spells and erase the memories of year-time, but the hours of labour were worth it.

I finally got out of my cozy bed. I walked to my dresser and put a sweater on Harry, hanging out there. Summer was slowly drawing to a close, and it was getting colder in the house. I couldn’t afford to walk around in shorts and t-shirts anymore. Looking up, I saw my Polaroid photos. There were at least fifty of them around my spiral mirror. Each of his photographs told a story, a memory, a trace of the past, a hidden truth yet so imposing. I looked at them for a moment with a gloomy look and went out of my room.

Harry was still asleep. I could hear the steady beating of his heart and his slow breathing through the door of his room. We had a strange but beautiful, fraternal relationship. We are very much alike. We had a very similar story in some aspects. I went down the stairs lit by sunlight. I met Kreattur, who was already cleaning the house despite the early hour. I politely greeted him and continued without waiting for his answer, which I knew was abject.

I went to the kitchen, where a strong smell of pancakes was waiting for me. Molly was there, preparing breakfast for us. Molly was a fantastic woman. She was the mom I never had.

"Oh, Molly, it wasn’t necessary," I said gently as I approached her. "I kissed her cheek tenderly."

I went to the bowls for my cat. I poured my paw and hit three shots and my cat, Salem, appeared.

"It pleases me, my dear, and you are so skinny," she said, giving me a full plate. “I don’t want you to languish with all your effort to make this house a cozy place.”

Molly comes to see us at least once a week, but always in the morning when Harry’s still asleep. He has difficulty accepting what happened during the war and what happened to the Weasley family. Fred’s death affected him tremendously, and he feels terrible about it. I tried several times to convince him that he didn’t die in vain, but as stubborn as he was, Harry wouldn’t know.

“How is he?” Molly asks me and preparing a plate even more prominent than mine for Harry.

“Better yet, he’s focusing on himself right now. I think he is trying to find his place in the world,” I said while quietly drinking my orange juice. “He hopes to find a new reason to live. Since his birth, his destiny has been traced out for him, and now that his quest is over, I think he is lost.”

"Do you think he’s coming to celebrate Ginny’s return?"

"I don’t think so, Molly, but I’ll try to convince him," I laugh as I watch Molly put the clean dishes in the cupboards. “You know you don’t have to do all this for us. Your family needs you, too, Molly.”

"After years of taking care of my house and everyone else, it’s no longer a chore to put away the dishes.”

I greet Molly tenderly and thank her for coming, and I put my plate and my glass in the dishwasher before returning to the living room. Salem stretches in the sunlight. I pick up my book from the day before and will put it back in the library. The stairs are squeaking under my weight, but I’m not worried about waking up Harry. Despite his nightmares, he sleeps like a log once they have passed. I enjoy that he is not waking up through the living room mirror.

To be continued...

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vikramroyastrologer · 11 days

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jamessxcarstairs · 4 months

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Retrieving Memories

For By The Angel Bingo by @malecdiscordserver

Prompt: Black Friars Bridge

Pairing: Jem Carstairs/Tessa Gray

Word Count: 1,913

Summary: "Jem looked to his left and saw the spires of the London Institute in the distance, and he felt a wave of sadness come over him. Him and Tessa were visiting the London Institute to retrieve some belongings that had been put in storage when the Highsmiths took over, though it felt strange to Jem to be going to the place he once considered home as himself and not as a Silent Brother; the first time he’d been there since Will’s death."

Join Jem and Tessa as they go on the hunt for memories lost to time.

Read it on AO3

Tessa and Jem stepped out of the portal and onto the streets of London. The portal opened up beside the entrance to Blackfriars Bridge, crowds of mundane locals and tourists bustling about on the cool, cloudy autumn day. Jem didn’t know what Tessa’s magic glamoured them to look like, but the mundanes paid them no mind nonetheless.

“You’ve greatly improved your portal making, Tess,” Jem noted. Tessa then closed the portal behind them with sparks of gray magic, placing her hand protectively over the small baby bump that was starting to grow.

“I hope so. I’d like to think my lessons with Magnus haven’t been in vain,” she replied, smiling at him nervously.

Jem looked to his left and saw the spires of the London Institute in the distance, and he felt a wave of sadness come over him. Him and Tessa were visiting the London Institute to retrieve some belongings that had been put in storage when the Highsmiths took over, though it felt strange to Jem to be going to the place he once considered home as himself and not as a Silent Brother; the first time he’d been there since Will’s death. Will and Tessa’s children, dear James and Lucie, had called on him occasionally, but those times were few and far between. The Herondale’s may have lost contact with him, but Jem never forgot about them, just like he never forgot about Tessa.

A hand shaking his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts.

“James, are you alright?” Tessa asked, her face scrunched in concern.

“I’m fine,” he said, placing his hand on top of hers on his shoulder. “It’s just… it’s been quite a while since I’ve been in the Institute, and it’s bringing back a lot of memories.”

Jem heard Tessa sigh softly beside him, and she leaned her head against his arm. “I know what you mean, it’s bringing back memories for me, too,” she said, subconsciously rubbing her belly. This made Jem painfully aware that the last time Tessa had been pregnant was when she lived in the Institute.

“Well,” Tessa said, removing her head from his arm and taking his hand. “There's no time like the present, right?”

He tightened his hand around hers in response. “Right, let’s go on, then.” As the two of them walked the few minutes it took to get to the Institute, Jem took the opportunity to take in the sight of the city he loved. Of course he had been to London many times over the last century for his and Tessa’s annual meeting on Blackfriars Bridge, but it had truly been a long, long time since he’d explored the city with his own human eyes.

As they reached the Institute gates, it opened with ease, and they walked up the steps. Tessa pulled the rope to sound the summoning bell, and a chorus of bells rang through the Institute walls.

Tessa stared at the door awkwardly as minutes passed, and yet no one had answered the door. She looked over at Jem, who seemed just as confused as she was.

“They knew we were coming, right?” Tessa asked him.

Jem nodded quickly. “They should. I sent several fire messages to Jonathan Highsmith to confirm our arrival, who I’m assuming is Evelyn Highsmith’s grandson.” Tessa hesitated before ringing the summoning bell again.

A couple more moments passed before the door violently swung open to reveal a young man who was incredibly out of breath. He looked to be about twenty, his blond hair sticking up every which way. Tessa felt Jem’s hand tighten around hers. “Hello! You must be James Carstairs and Tessa Gray,” the boy said.

“That’s right,” Tessa responded cautiously. “And you are…?”

“I’m Jonathan Highsmith. Please come in, it looks like it could start raining any second,” he said, holding the door open wide. Tessa looked behind herself to see that the clouds had indeed gotten closer and darker. Her and Jem rushed inside, and Jonathan Highsmith shut the door behind them. “I apologize for the delay. My grandmother was, um… not exactly thrilled with the fact that you two were coming,’ Jonathan said with a regretful look on his face.

“She wasn’t?” Jem asked, his eyebrow raised. “But why not?”

“Well, to put it simply, she is NOT fond of Downworlders,” Jonathan said, staring pointedly at Tessa.

Tessa felt a shock go through her. “But, I helped run this Institute. Surely she knows the history of what me and William Herondale tried to accomplish here?”

Jonathan shrugged. “She’s very old and stuck in her ways, unfortunately.” Tessa was about to say something else, then Jem, thankfully, interjected.

“We won’t take up too much of your time,” said Jem, looking uncharacteristically irritated. “We’ve just come to take what we need, and then we’ll be on our way.”

“Of course. I’ll let you get to it, then,” said Jonathan respectfully before dashing off to another room.

Tessa felt Jem squeeze her hand comfortingly. “I’m so sorry, Tessa. I didn’t know the Highsmiths were like that.” She felt a wave of sadness come over her.

“It’s just… while so much of the ways of the Clave have changed in the last 135 years, there’s still so much that needs to be done.”

“I couldn’t have said it better, my love. You and Will did your best to teach your children to respect all Downworlders, but sadly not all Shadowhunters can be taught this.”

“I just wish it wasn’t like that. Anyway, we better get to it before he comes back. He could tell us that his Grandmother is making us leave early.”

Jem held on to Tessa’s hand tightly as they ascended the stairs up to the Institute’s attic. He hoped that everything up there was in good condition because it didn’t seem like Eveyln Highsmith liked the way the Institute was run in the past. He, as well as Tessa, would be heartbroken if any of their precious memories were ruined in any way. Tessa pushed the attic door open, and Jem couldn’t help the gasp he let out at how haphazardly the various boxes were organized.

“Jem,” said Tessa. “Where do we even start?”

“We should probably split up the work to save time,” Jem replied. He went to one corner while Tessa went to the other, and they began to unpack the boxes.

The majority of the boxes were unlabeled, which Jem found to be mildly annoying. The first three boxes contained nothing of interest; one contained some old weapons, and another two contained old children’s clothes that must have belonged to the Highsmiths. Jem then grabbed a fourth box that looked very old, and he could barely make out the faded letters that read the name “James.” He carefully opened the delicate box, and his eyes couldn’t believe what he was seeing: a box full of items he owned as a boy.

The first thing he pulled out was the sword cane he used for support. The bright green of the jade was very faded and the wood of the stick splintered, but it was still remembered exactly what it looked like on the day Henry gave it to him. He then pulled out the silver box depicting the goddess Kwan Yin that he used to hold his medicine, and his Guarneri violin. The last time he held his violin was on the day Will died, he never thought he’d see it again.

“Tessa,” Jem said, lightly tapping Tessa on the shoulder.

“Yes?”

“I-I recognize this handwriting. Did William do this?” He asked, gesturing towards the box.

Tessa turned around where she was sitting and examined the contents of the box fondly. “Oh, he must have. He was so careful with your things, and he always made sure they were in good condition.” She looked at the writing on the box sadly.

Jem took Tessa’s hand that wasn’t resting on the box, and kissed her knuckles. “Have you found anything of interest, love?”

“Not yet,” she said while opening a box. “I’m starting to think that-” Tessa let out a gasp and covered her mouth as she peered into the box.

Jem stood up to move closer to her. “What’s wrong, Tess,” he asked, placing his arm around her waist.

“Jem, look,” Tessa replied, opening the box all the way so he could see. Jem leaned in closer, and he felt his heart skip a beat. Inside the box was a framed photo of two boys no older than thirteen; those two boys, he realized, were himself and Will Herondale.

“By the Angel…” Jem said under his breath. He carefully pulled the photo out of the box to examine it closer. The two of them were standing close together, their arms almost touching. Will had the expression on his face that he always did when he was up to no good; it was an expression Jem had learned to know well. Though the photo was faded and grainy with age, Jem could tell that the Yin Fen had turned his hair almost completely silver, with only a few strands of black remaining. “I remember this day. I had just agreed to be Will’s parabatai. He was so excited, and he just begged Henry to take this photo, and-”

“Jem?” Tessa asked softly, cutting him off. She looked concerned. It wasn’t until she reached over to wipe a tear away from his face that he realized he was crying. He felt his chest fill up with emotion, and fat tears began to fall down his face. “Oh, Jem,” she said, pulling him close to her as her own tears fell. She held him tightly as he sobbed, kissed his face as the tears fell.

He was able to compose himself after a few moments, and they continued to look through the box. They found many photographs: photos of Will and Tessa on their wedding day, photos of their children James and Lucie, as well as photos of the Lightwoods.

“What will we do with all these photos, James?” Tessa asked.

“We’ll have to keep them in Los Angeles until we officially move into Cirenworth. As we wait for this little one,” Jem said, patting Tessa’s stomach gently.

“All this crying had made me exhausted! We should probably get going soon before it gets too late in LA.”

Jem laughed at that. “Anything for you, my love.”

Tessa held on to Jem’s arm as they walked down the Institute steps. It was hard seeing him so upset, but she understood why. It had to have been many, many years since he’s seen that photo, and the memories of his childhood in the Institute with Will had probably begun to fade. Despite this, Tessa was excited for their future at Cirenworth. Having all these old memories in the house would make it feel like a home for themselves and their child.

As they approached Blackfriars Bridge, Tessa, using the arm that was free from holding boxes, pulled Jem down for a kiss. It was a soft kiss that was brief, but promised more later. She opened a portal close to the entrance of the bridge, and took hold of Jem’s arm again.

“Are you ready to go?”

Jem nodded and said, “Let’s go. LA awaits us, and I think I’m beginning to lose feeling in this arm from holding these boxes.

Tessa laughed at that as they walked through the portal, and it closed behind them.

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