suzies-q

Anonymous asked:

Prompt: "you can break my soul,
take my life away, beat me, hurt me,
kill me. but for the love of god
don’t touch her." "Okay"

suzies-q answered:

I’m so sorry these are taking so long. You know, life. All that. 

"You can break my soul -" 

James is sitting two rows back, and leans back in his seat. This person is loud. 

"Take my life away -" 

Is everyone supposed to yell like that? Has be been doing it wrong? 

"Beat me, hurt me, kill me…"

Now it sounds like a rap. 

"But for the love of God…” There’s a dramatic pause that stretches on for millennia. Maybe he’s forgotten the line. Which doesn’t make much sense, as he’s got a script in his hand. Maybe it’s an acting choice. It’s not working. 

"Do not touch her.” 

He fumbles with the script for a second. James sits forward and watches him struggle for a minute, his elbows on his knees. 

"Okay!" he says quickly, jumping to his feet and raking a hand through his hair. "I think we’ve seen enough, but thank you for coming in." The boy looks susprirsed, and a little put off by being interrupted. James quickly waves him on. "We’ll be in touch," he assures him. At least one of them’s a good actor; the kid seems to buy it. 

He ambles off the stage, and James turns to Sirius, who’s leaning back with his feet propped up on the seat in front of him, his brow furrowed. He raises one eyebrow slowly.

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strangerslikem3

strangerslikem3:

So I wrote a crackfic. I haven’t edited it at all or even really stopped to think about what exactly I was writing. Lily’s a little out of character but whatever. This is what happens when I’m sleep deprived. Also written partly for Zeina’s birthday (prongsvssquid) even though I know it isn’t her birthday in her timezone anymore (it’s only 9:11 PM here!)

            It was the type of September day that most Hogwarts students relished: hardly a cloud in the sky and a gentle breeze with cool mist from the lake. This perfect weather in combination with the fact that schoolwork had not yet gotten intense made for a great afternoon. The grounds were packed with students of all houses and ages. Couples were cuddling under the sun, friends were walking around and chatting, overly studious types were doing homework, and a few muggleborns had started up a game of Frisbee. Lily watched with amusement as a group of muggleborns tried to teach their friend how to throw the Frisbee and the friend ended up levitating the disc back and forth after throwing it on the ground repeatedly.

            As for Lily Evans, she had set up camp on a blanket near the water and was rereading one of her childhood favorites, Anne of Green Gables. At least, she was trying to read. It was a little difficult with all of the distractions. When she thought she heard movement in the water, her head snapped up. Nothing. Several minutes later, the same thing happened, except this time, Lily saw some ripples in the water. Without taking her eyes off of the water, she folded down the edges of her page and closed her book.

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geronimaj

Four Pairs of Loafers

geronimaj:

-JPLE, drabble: retail employee/customer AU-

(…and when I say “drabble,” what I mean is “pointless Jily fluff that is a waste of everybody’s time but I had caffeine tonight for the first time in AGES – don’t tell my ophthalmologist – so that manifested into a cutesy, over-italicized drabble” drabble.)

Lily isn’t quite sure when it started, but one thing’s for sure, and that’s that this bloke must have an entire shop’s worth of clothes by now.

“Again?” Mary sighs as that untidy head of hair makes yet another appearance. “I swear, Lily, he’s either mad or he’s in love with you. Perhaps a touch of both.”

“Don’t complain,” Lily says. She watches him – inconspicuously, she thinks – as he meanders down the aisles with seemingly no purpose whatsoever. “D’you know how much money he’s probably sunk into this place, Mr. James Potter’s practically cutting our checks.”

Mary raises her eyebrows as he approaches the counter. “Oh, I’m not complaining,” she says in an undertone. “I just wish he’d get on with it and ask you out already.”

Lily snorts; much as she’d like to, she can’t very well afford to fantasize, since all it would amount to is her own disappointment. Much more advisable to snort. “Oh, come off it, Macdonald –”

“All right there?” James has reached the counter and is grinning at Lily (Mary shoots her a little know-it-all side-eye). “Couldn’t trouble you for some help, could I?”

“Not at all,” Mary pipes up. She claps Lily a little too enthusiastically on the back. “Lily’s free. Free as a bird. In more ways than one.”

“Ah –” He looks a little confused, but continues to smile at Lily nonetheless. “Good to know.”

“Isn’t it, though?” Lily kicks Mary in the shin before heading out to help him. She’s sure to avoid Mary’s gaze, but she’d bet all those paychecks that the arsehole is smirking at her.

“So…” Lily draws out the word as she and James walk around the shop. She flicks through a few hangers. “Looking for anything in particular?”

James pushes his hands into his pockets and shrugs. “I dunno, really. Just looking for something new.”

Lily lifts an eyebrow at him. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’ve been in here every other day for about a month – you’ve bought something every other day for about a month, more to the point.”

“Ah,” James says again. One of his hands resurfaces to run through his hair; the way it sticks out around his ears is one of Lily’s favorite things about him. “Noticed that, did you?”

“Well…” Lily lifts her hands and her shoulders up in a you-got-me gesture. “Sort of hard to miss, that’s all, since I’ve orchestrated what I assume is your entire wardrobe.”

“Eh, you’ve got better taste than I do. Incidentally, my mum loves what you’ve done with me.” God, Lily wishes he’d stop smiling at her like he is. “Thought you should know.”

She laughs a little, and she’s sure it comes out just as shaky as it feels. “That’s what I like to hear. Although I still can’t imagine you actually need anything new.”

“Oh, yeah, well…” James tugs at his hair some more. “S’pose I’m just nervous or something. This – well, today, I’m sort of – sort of getting ready for a date, I guess?”

“Ah,” Lily says this time. Damn Mary’s teasing; Lily knew she shouldn’t let it get to her and she did, anyway, and now look where it’s gotten her. Stupid. “So you ‘guess’ you have a date, then?”

James’s smile turns sheepish and Lily wants to kick him, too. “Haven’t asked her yet.”

Lily sighs. “James.”

“What?”

“Really.”

He laughs at her exasperated tone. “I’m nervous, I told you.”

Lily shakes her head. He’s so damn endearing, she thinks as she starts tossing potential outfits at him. Endearing, and funny, and stupidly adorable, with his lanky limbs and sticky-outy hair and his goddamn grin

She wants to smack him. Or snog him. Or both. Both is good.

Or bad, really, she rectifies as she leans against the wall outside the dressing rooms. Both is bad, considering Mary’s an idiot and obviously James is at least somewhat involved with someone already. It’s not that he’s fantastically good-looking or anything, Lily considers as she waits for him to reveal an outfit he might like. That’s not it. He’s cute and all, sure, but he’s not the type who’s typically inundated with romantic prospects.

No, Lily thinks with another heavy sigh, it just figures, that’s all, that she would fancy a bloke just as he’s fancying someone else.

“This one’s good,” James proclaims from behind the door of dressing room number six. “I mean I think it’s good, it’s… y’know, the longer I look in the mirror the less sure I am…”

“Come on out, then.” Lily raps her knuckles rhythmically against the door. “Let’s see it.”

James cracks the door just enough to poke his head out. “You’ve got to tell me if it’s good, you hear? Don’t just say it’s good so I’ll buy it, I know you get commissions on these, Evans –”

“‘Course I’ll tell you,” Lily assures him, trying and failing to suppress that giddy feeling in her stomach. She doesn’t even know what she’s giddy for; it’s just James, he just does this to her, ever since he started coming into the shop a month ago, she hates it…

Well, she thinks, okay, no she doesn’t. Not really. But still.

James fixes her with his stare and she can’t tell if he’s being playful or serious or perhaps a combination of the two. (She’d wonder if he’s flirting, but that’s just how James talks to her, and she can’t imagine he’s in a constant state of mooning over her or anything like that.) “Your opinion on this matter is of the utmost importance.”

“I don’t see why.”

“I told you, you’ve got good taste,” James reminds her. His face reddens a little, but Lily doesn’t have time to wonder at that before he’s talking again – quite quickly now, and he’s running a hand through his hair again. “Besides, as you’re the one who’s going to be looking at me, I figure I should, you know, look good.”

Lily’s brow furrows with her frown. “What do you mean, I’m the one who’s going to be looking at you? I’ll look at you for five seconds, then you’ll buy the stupid outfit because we both know it looks good. What’s the fuss about?”

“The fuss, Evans, is that I am trying to ask you out and you’re being deliberately obtuse about it.”

Her heart jumps up into her throat and – she’s not sure if it’s because of shock or offense, but her jaw drops, too. “I am not.”

“Not what?”

“I am not being deliberately obtuse.” Is that what she meant to say? No, she decides, surely not. But, damn, she’s already said it. For god’s sake, woman, get it together…

“Oh, all right.” James nods and emerges fully from the dressing room. “So you’re naturally dense, is that what you’re telling me?”

Lily wants to roll her eyes but they’re a little stuck on James. “You look brilliant, buy the stupid outfit.”

“It’s not stupid,” James counters as he adjusts the roll of his shirtsleeves. “Now are you going to go out with me or not?”

She busies herself with straightening his collar to avoid looking him in the eye. Not that his collar needs straightening, mind… “Was that a serious proposition?”

“Obviously.” James snorts and Lily is reminded strongly of herself. “Why else d’you think I come in here so often? Do you think I need four pairs of loafers? Because I don’t. No one needs four pairs of loafers, that’s ridiculous, but I’ll buy a round dozen if that means I can get a date with you.”

“Trying to buy me, are you?”

“Buy you dinner, yeah.” James lightly slaps her hand away from his neck. “Stop fiddling with my collar, what are you doing that for?”

“S’pose I’m just nervous or something,” Lily echoes his earlier words in the most absurd baritone she can muster.

James gapes at her. “Was that supposed to be me?”

“I’ll go out with you,” Lily says. Finally got to the point, did you? she can’t help but think sardonically. Hear, hear, Evans. “I mean, if that impression didn’t turn you off too much.”

“Lily, please.” James rolls his eyes in an attempt to calm the eagerness that’s overcome him. Play it cool, he tells himself, but he guesses that Lily can see through him, anyway. “Nothing I like more than a good copycat.”

“Arrogant.”

“Well, seeing as you’ve just agreed to go out with me –”

“HA!”

Both Lily and James turn to see Mary standing at the end of the dressing rooms’ corridor. She’s smirking so knowingly at the pair of them, you’d think she just caught them doing something much more illicit than simple flirtation. She points at Lily, then at James and back again, and she looks far too pleased with herself to be allowed.

“Oh, blimey,” Lily groans, “shut up –”

“Ha!” Mary laughs again, and then she spins on her heel and stalks triumphantly away to restock the jumpers. “I KNEW IT!”

“Well, to be fair…” Lily shrugs at James, who’s got another one of those shit-eating grins on his face. “She really did.”

geronimaj

geronimaj:

  • James Potter: Flirtatious, suave, sex god.
  • Lily Evans: Shrill, timid, stick up her ass.

No. Stop. This is painful. Actually, physically painful (or maybe that’s heartburn, I’m not quite sure, but my point remains). I cannot take these interpretations – James sleeping around, Lily being unable to talk without screaming, James doin’ it up like he’s Rico Suave, hot to trot, Lily never having a laugh, James salivating over every girl who pays attention to him (what girls even pay attention to him, btw?), Lily needing to “lighten up”…

No. Why. What are you doing.

Since our only extended, first-look knowledge of pre-Jily James and Lily comes from Order of the Phoenix’s “Snape’s Worst Memory,” this post will concentrate solely on that content. Everyone should be able to keep in mind everything else we hear about James and Lily throughout the series – if it didn’t involve a necessary re-read of all seven books, I’d include it all here. But I can’t keep quiet on this subject any longer, or the heartburn will, I’m sure, only worsen.

So let’s begin, shall we?

[Sirius] was very good-looking.

While the Marauders are being described, Sirius is the only one who is noted as “good-looking”; James is offered no such adjectives. It might be argued that since the third-person narration is still technically Harry’s narration, so he might not be inclined to describe his father as such… Well, why would he describe Sirius that way, then? I guess we could get into some age-inappropriate slash fic here, but something tells me that’s not what JKR intended.

Point? A lot of people seem to think that James Potter is like the Idris Elba of Marauders Era Hogwarts; in other words, bammin’ slammin’ bootylicious kind of hot. I’m not suggesting that James isn’t a good-lookin’ guy; I just happen to think he’s more average, and certainly not conventionally sexy, and it’s just not likely that he’s the must-have teen bachelor.

This is, however, much more apparent when it comes to his behavior. Let’s continue.

He had drawn a Snitch and was now tracing the letters L.E.

This is adorable and one of my favorite parts, but are you fucking kidding me? A fifteen-year-old boy doodling his crush’s initials translates to slick man-whore? What? What universe are y’all living in? What.

Harry noticed his father had a habit of rumpling up his hair as though to make sure it did not get too tidy, and also that he kept looking over at the girls by the water’s edge.

Is it just me, or does Harry seem a little exasperated here? Like, “Come on, Dad, get your shit together.”

Anyway, James is often written as this indifferent, cool cat who dgaf and shows it, but here we see him obsessively glancing over at Lily. Maybe to make sure she’s still there, to see if he’s caught her attention at all, or maybe it’s just because she’s pretty, I don’t know, but I highly doubt that James Potter ever manages that calm-and-collected thing.

James and Sirius advanced on him, wands up, James glancing over at the girls at the water’s edge as he went.

James, pls, stop staring at Lily and just talk to her like a normal person, god damn.

“Leave him ALONE!”

James and Sirius looked around. James’s free hand jumped to his hair again.

“All right, Evans?” said James, and the tone of his voice was suddenly pleasant, deeper, more mature.

This is your smooth operator, you guys. An initial-doodling, nervous-habit-hair-ruffling, altering-his-voice-to-sound-sexy-in-front-of-the-girl-he-likes nerdbomb. I cannot get over the voice-altering. He deliberately changes his tone in an attempt to make Lily’s lady parts tingle. Not exactly a pick-up artist, is he?

“Leave him alone,” Lily repeated. She was looking at James with every sign of great dislike.

He is terrorizing her best friend; he’s earned that expression of great dislike. Snape is her friend, and James is probably little more than a House mate at the time, so naturally Lily isn’t going to be warm towards him. She’s yelling at him now for being a dick; that doesn’t mean she yells at him all the time for no reason.

“You think you’re funny,” she said coldly. “But you’re just an arrogant, bullying toerag, Potter. Leave him alone.”

I like “toerag” as much as the next person, but c’mon, guys, try not to use this one more than, I don’t know, like twice in your fics. Slughorn said Lily was clever; clever girls have more than one insult in their repertoire.

“I will if you go out with me, Evans,” said James quickly. “Go on… Go out with me, and I’ll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again.”

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

You guys, James very publicly and stupidly propositions Lily, and you actually think other girls are clamoring to get a piece of that? I can guarantee that it’s less “I need to tap that” and more “Why would anyone bother, honestly?” He obviously has a Lily thing; that’s not something anyone’s going to compete against because that would be goddamn ridiculous.

“I wouldn’t go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid.”

I feel like this one’s lost its charm in all the times it’s been quoted, but try to think back on how you felt the first time you read it because it’s HILARIOUS. This girl is a stone-cold ego killa.

Lily, whose furious expression had twitched for an instant as though she was going to smile, said, “Let him down!”

Despite how angry Lily is and how much she’s trying to defend her friend, she very nearly cracks a smile at his expense. And yet I so often see interpretations of an all-work-and-no-play Lily, like she’s got no sense of humor? The only reason she stifles the smile now is because she’s trying to impress upon James the fact that he’s being a douchecanoe. She doesn’t lack a sense of humor; she just has priorities. 

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Lily shouted. She had her own wand out now. James and Sirius eyed it warily.

James and Sirius are clearly aware of Lily’s abilities, and they don’t fuck around with her. They’re top of the class (as stated by McGonagall, I think?), and they’re actually scared of Lily when she pulls her wand on them, which leads me to believe that she’s pulled her wand on them before, and she’s rocked the house with it.

“Ah, Evans, don’t make me hex you,” said James earnestly.

This is flirtatious James. That’s it. That’s all he’s got.

“Take the curse off him, then!”

James sighed deeply, then turned to Snape and muttered the countercurse.

“There you go,” he said, as Snape struggled to his feet again, “you’re lucky Evans was here, Snivellus –”

“You’re lucky Evans was here.” Not “You’re lucky there are a bunch of fit girls here.” Evans. The only person for whom James would lay off Snape, even though she’s already said she won’t go out with him regardless. (Notice that James was willing to quit his fight with Snape for Lily’s sake, even though she still doesn’t want anything to do with him, but Snape’s not willing to forgo the Dark Arts for the sake of his and Lily’s friendship. Somebody get this guy a fedora, amirite??)

“I don’t need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!”

Lily blinked. “Fine,” she said coolly. “I won’t bother in future. And I’d wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus.”

Lily Evans has had it with your bullshit, and she’s not afraid to let you know. I mean, come on, she’s deliberately using “Snivellus” against him, mimicking James in an attempt to hurt Snape with words the way he’s just done to her. This is not someone who will be walked all over, by anyone.

Be still my heart, I love this broad.

“Apologize to Evans!” James roared at Snape, his wand pointed threateningly at him.

“I don’t want you to make him apologize,” Lily shouted, rounding on James. “You’re as bad as he is….”

“What?” yelped James. “I’d NEVER call you a – you-know-what!”

Words cannot express how much I adore this exchange. While James is willing to stop a fight for Lily, he’s willing to start one, too, but Lily doesn’t need a hero. Even though James generally treats her well and with respect, he still pisses her off, so she’s not going to pretend that she needs his help. Lily Evans takes NO PRISONERS.

James, meanwhile, with his “yelp[ing]” is appalled to realize that you don’t have to use classist slurs to act like an asshole. (Look, I love James, I identify with him so much, on so many levels, but his douchebaggery here is just plain undeniable.)

“What is it with her?” said James, trying and failing to look as though this was a throwaway question of no real importance to him.

Read that line. Read it over and over again, until it’s burned into your brain. Obviously James doesn’t “get it,” and it drives him fucking crazy because he just wants to do whatever’s going to make Lily happy, but he fails spectacularly, but BUT he continues to try in the best and probably only way he knows how, because he’s fifteen and an idiot (but hey, he gets it eventually).

Look at this motherfucker. He’s like a confused puppy. I’m sorry, there is no way that he’d ever chase after any other girl.

BONUS, Harry’s conversation with Sirius and Remus about what he saw in the Pensieve:

[Harry] “Well… I thought he was a bit of an idiot.”

[Sirius] “Of course he was a bit of an idiot!”

He was an idiot. Not level-headed, coolly indifferent, smooth-talkin’ badass. He was a GD, no-hesitation idiot.

[Harry] “And he kept looking over at the girls by the lake, hoping they were watching him!”

[Sirius] “Oh, well, he always made a fool of himself whenever Lily was around. He couldn’t stop himself showing off whenever he got near her.”

Sirius takes Harry’s “girls” and specifies it as “Lily”: James doesn’t care if “the girls by the lake” were watching him – he cares if Lily is watching him. JKR’s word choice here is of the utmost importance, and probably the most obvious evidence that James wasn’t running around wearing a “Slag of the Year” sash or something.

Filed under: shit that probably doesn’t matter all that much but I take very personally, anyway.

Message me with any disputes or requests for clarification, whatever, whatever… xo - Maj

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benjyfenwick

Stay With Me (L/J)

benjyfenwick:

Wedding AU

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AN: Read until the end, yeah? I’ll try not to disappoint you…

“Are you excited to see him?” Dorcas asked in a voice that could have easily been singsong. Though her eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses, Lily could imagine them sparkling as they did when she could barely contain her excitement.

At Lily’s stubborn silence, Dorcas laughed, the wind from her open window sending her blond hair swirling around her like a pool of sunshine. It annoyed Lily even more. “Lighten up, Lily,” her friend said when there was still no response from the redhead. “You can’t tell me you didn’t miss him.”

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joannalannister
missveryvery:

What You Don’t Know About Beauty and the Beast:
Some backstory: due to this little discussion, I was considering writing a continuation/expansion of Beauty and the Beast. I read up on it and found out everything I thought I knew about it was wrong.
-It was created by one, singular, female author in 1740: Madame Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve
-It is not a retelling of a pervasive folklore like Perrault’s Cinderella, for example. It was influenced by folklore but is an original story and is very “post” the fairy tales you might be familiar with. The story is also influenced by women who gathered together and told each other revisions of fairy tales in Parisian salons.
-It’s over 100 pages long
-Though written simply and in a straightforward manner, the characters have personalities and are much more complex in their emotions than a normal folkloric tale. They behave in a diverse and fairly realistic manner to their situations. The Beast’s mother in particular is a complex woman, protective of her son and a capable military leader but not progressive in her attitude towards marrying below your station.
-Women are overwhelmingly the masters of the plot and outnumber the men in number and priority.
Female players include:

Belle/Beauty


A nice Fairy


A jerk Fairy (called Mother of the Seasons)


The Queen of the Fairies


A Fairy-who-is-a-Queen (these are different)


A Queen/the Beast’s mother


Belle’s shallow (though fairly realistically so) sisters who are treated as a collective

-It contains considerable world-building. Fairy language, Fairy law, Fairy influence over monarchies, Fairy hierarchy, Fairy magic are all things she depicts. (eat your heart out, Tolkien fans).
-The curse is broken halfway through the book. The rest is devoted to comments on class, monarchy, marrying for love vs. status, appropriate conditions for love, and marrying below your station among other things.
-The Beast is cursed to punish his mother.
-The book’s plot turns out to be entirely due to the machinations of The Mother of the Seasons and the long-game trap/revenge story orchestrated by the Nice Fairy to defeat The Mother of the Seasons Fairy.
-The book takes place in a specific time period rather than in a nebulous “before-time”, somewhere, as I figure, between 1669 to the early 1700s. It might even be contemporaneous to when it was published. It references the age piracy, revolutions, the merchant class, the presence of slavery, Belle watching comedies, operas, and plays the Fair of St. Germain, and a Janissary battle.
-The Beast’s Queen mother led troops into battle for several years, put down a revolt and defeated an encroaching enemy monarch.
And this is only a partial list.
If you’d like to read the original version by Madame de Villeneuve, it’s collected in a book by J. R. Blanche.
It’s available for free:
Archive.org (they don’t mention her name in the author list but it’s there)
Google Books
 I’ve uploaded a PDF of the Beauty and the Beast part on Google Drive.

missveryvery:

What You Don’t Know About Beauty and the Beast:

Some backstory: due to this little discussion, I was considering writing a continuation/expansion of Beauty and the Beast. I read up on it and found out everything I thought I knew about it was wrong.

-It was created by one, singular, female author in 1740: Madame Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve

-It is not a retelling of a pervasive folklore like Perrault’s Cinderella, for example. It was influenced by folklore but is an original story and is very “post” the fairy tales you might be familiar with. The story is also influenced by women who gathered together and told each other revisions of fairy tales in Parisian salons.

-It’s over 100 pages long

-Though written simply and in a straightforward manner, the characters have personalities and are much more complex in their emotions than a normal folkloric tale. They behave in a diverse and fairly realistic manner to their situations. The Beast’s mother in particular is a complex woman, protective of her son and a capable military leader but not progressive in her attitude towards marrying below your station.

-Women are overwhelmingly the masters of the plot and outnumber the men in number and priority.

Female players include:

  • Belle/Beauty

  • A nice Fairy

  • A jerk Fairy (called Mother of the Seasons)

  • The Queen of the Fairies

  • A Fairy-who-is-a-Queen (these are different)

  • A Queen/the Beast’s mother

  • Belle’s shallow (though fairly realistically so) sisters who are treated as a collective

-It contains considerable world-building. Fairy language, Fairy law, Fairy influence over monarchies, Fairy hierarchy, Fairy magic are all things she depicts. (eat your heart out, Tolkien fans).

-The curse is broken halfway through the book. The rest is devoted to comments on class, monarchy, marrying for love vs. status, appropriate conditions for love, and marrying below your station among other things.

-The Beast is cursed to punish his mother.

-The book’s plot turns out to be entirely due to the machinations of The Mother of the Seasons and the long-game trap/revenge story orchestrated by the Nice Fairy to defeat The Mother of the Seasons Fairy.

-The book takes place in a specific time period rather than in a nebulous “before-time”, somewhere, as I figure, between 1669 to the early 1700s. It might even be contemporaneous to when it was published. It references the age piracy, revolutions, the merchant class, the presence of slavery, Belle watching comedies, operas, and plays the Fair of St. Germain, and a Janissary battle.

-The Beast’s Queen mother led troops into battle for several years, put down a revolt and defeated an encroaching enemy monarch.

And this is only a partial list.

If you’d like to read the original version by Madame de Villeneuve, it’s collected in a book by J. R. Blanche.

It’s available for free:

Archive.org (they don’t mention her name in the author list but it’s there)

Google Books

I’ve uploaded a PDF of the Beauty and the Beast part on Google Drive.