#windmillcrusader

In 1873, Lady Katherine Ashley is found dead at her family's estate, Ashbriar, and the gardener, Sebastian Evans, is executed for her murder. In 2023, Katherine's descendant, Eli, begins to uncontrollably switch back and forth into Sebastian's body days before his execution. The two of them must work together to escape Sebastian's execution and find out who really killed Katherine.

or: it's about two boys who have been set up to hate each other falling into mutual respect and love, and also revenge and british colonialism

As Eli Ashley was busy investigating the murder of his ancestor, Sebastian was discovering sriracha for the first time. The food at Lady Katherine Hall was as abundant as it had been in 1873, although as a servant, Sebastian hadn't gotten to taste much of the finer offerings. Food in 2023, however, was an entirely different story. So many textures and flavors and colors, he marveled. Though he wouldn’t have minded living out the remainder of his life adding sriracha to various types of noodles and generally emptying out Lady Katherine Hall’s kitchen cabinets, he knew he must have been sent here for a reason. Besides, there remained the question of what would happen once he’d been executed. Even if Eli happened to be in his body at the time, who knew what effect it would have on Sebastian.

que tiene un buen día!

I love it so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i went absolutely bananas on my vacation and i read...... all of them. i read all of them and im out, now. i am now out of books, and now i have to. wait until the next one comes out. o.o

i love this a lot thank u

oh i'm SO glad you mentioned those two!! ♥

i think "entertaining strangers" is the fic i put the most work into out of all of them. i had such a specific sort of tone i was going for and i think i actually managed it, in this case. in no small part to @loneprairies patiently demanding that i fill in all the lazy gaps i left on the first pass, lol.

i once described it as a fic about trying to figure out how to be happy when you've given up on all your dreams. i loved taking this completely unrelatable circumstance of cas dying and waking up in another world and trying to make it into a story about something i think a lot of us grapple with as adulthood drags on.

"i shall not want," oh wow, it's been a while. mostly what i remember of that one is how much fun it was to sit on the doc with @propinquitous and watch her reaction to writing a particularly devastating line. :D

she likes diplomats, what can she say

Peter tipped his head back to gauge the distance to the top of the building, aimed the grappling gun, and fired. Two heartbeats later, there was the satisfying distant clatter that signaled a good catch, and the rope pulled taut.

He smiled an unctuous smile at Jet, cocking his head in an offer.

Jet waved one hand. “Please. After you.”

Peter couldn’t resist a little wave of the fingers and a “ta-ta” farewell as he rode the rope up.

When he reached the top, however, Jet was waiting, leaning on the Ruby 7. Peter sputtered.

“How–!”

“I asked nicely.”