#choices: desire and decorum

[uselessgay10101]

As someone who loves angst I can safely say I absolutely hate this.

It was horrible and I cried like a baby who got their candy stolen

Happily Ever After...

This is an alternate ending to my series.

Total angst warning. I wrote this a while ago but only now decided to post it.

Masterlist

Annabelle Parsons x MC

“Are you Annabelle?” The doctor asked. Annabelle nodding. “She’s asking for you. Insists upon it.”

Annabelle followed the nursemaid inside, hearing the doctor explain Maria’s condition to Mr Chambers, how unlikely she was to make it. Seeing Maria laying in bed. Blood covering the sheets, her skin pale. Her eyes not the bright light she was use to broke her heart, knowing their was nothing she could do within her power to save her wife. After all they went through, to lose her now.

“The baby?” Annabelle asked the nursemaid.

“A healthy baby girl.” She beamed.

“Let Annabelle hold... our girl.”

Annabelle saw the little girl wrapped up. The nursemaid handing it to Annabelle at Maria’s request. Her eyes meeting her daughters, feeling an overwhelming joy, her daughter, in her arms at last.

“Anna...belle.” Maria struggled.

Annabelle moved to her, sitting, holding their daughter. “Maria. Do you want to hold her?” Annabelle wanted Maria to hold her daughter. Her tears threatening to break through. She saw her wife nod, attempting to sit up but failing. “Allow me.” Annabelle handed her daughter over to the nursemaid before helping Maria sit up enough to hold her daughter. Her hand briefly caressing her cheek. “My beautiful wife.” She whispered. The nursemaid walking back over and handing Maria the baby. Annabelle seeing the small smile on Maria’s face. “What shall we name her?”

Maria looked at Annabelle. Her eyes darting back to their daughter. “Do you have a name?”

Annabelle shifted to put her arm around Maria, holding both the great loves of her life. “Mary Annabelle Williams.” Maria named their daughter. Her hands trembling. Annabelle moving to take Mary into her arms, holding her against her chest. Her piercing blue eyes, her mother’s eyes meeting her.

“You have your mother’s eyes already.” Annabelle put forth a brave face to her daughter. She felt a hand on her shoulder, seeing Mr Chambers. “Mary Annabelle Williams.”

“A wonderful name.” Mr chambers said. Reaching down to take his daughter, his voice a low whisper in Annabelle’s ear. “Maria doesn’t have long. Do not worry about Mary. I will take care of her until you are ready.” He promised. A sad nod from Annabelle as Briar stood by the door. Maria grasping Annabelle’s hand. “Could I speak with Briar for a moment?”

“Of course.” Annabelle moved to the other side of the room. Briar taking a seat by Maria’s side and leaning in to whisper. Annabelle’s eyes trained on Maria.

“Briar.” Maria gripped her best friends hands. “I need you to promise me something.”

“I will take care of Annabelle. I promise.” Briar already knew what Maria was going to ask her. “I will make sure your daughter and Annabelle are okay.” She kissed Maria’s hand. “Everyone will be okay.”

Maria teared up. Feeling so cold. “I feel so cold.”

Briar rubbed Maria’s hands. “I will be there for your daughter. Always. She will know so much of you. I promise she will know you loved her fiercely.”

“Thank you Briar. For being my best friend.”

“You are a sister to me. Never forget it.” Briar kissed Maria’s cheek. Slowly getting up. Approaching Annabelle. “I will make sure no one disturbs you two.”

“Thank you.” Annabelle touched her chest. Feeling her dam ready to burst. Her eyes brimming with tears, waiting to flow free. Briar squeezed Annabelle’s hand before closing the door behind her. Leaving them alone.

Annabelle walked over to Maria, sitting down beside her and wrapping her in her arms. Maria laying her head on Annabelle’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“Our daughter. Mary. What do you want me to tell her when she asks about her mother?” Annabelle asked.

“You can tell her the story of how much I love her mother. And how much I love her. And grateful I am for her.” Maria answered. Her voice breaking, struggling to breath. “Annabelle.”

“I’m here.” Annabelle drew a small pattern on Maria’s arm, comforting her.

“Promise me. Promise me that you will enjoy the world. Take our daughter to France like we talked about.”

“I would take her all over the world if you asked that of me.” Annabelle broke. Her tears rolling down her cheek. “I wanted so much for us.”

“I had so much with you. A love unlike anything else.” Maria voice cracked. “You are the love of my life Annabelle.”

“And your mine. I do not think I can live in a world without you.”

“You can and you will.” Maria insisted. Her hand finding its way to Annabelle’s cheek. “Our daughter will need you. She needs her mother. To teach her everything we talked about.”

“She’ll know all about her mother.” Annabelle promised.

“Make sure she marries for love. Like we did. it’s all I want for her. More than anything. To be happy.” Maria’s hand fell from Annabelle’s face. Annabelle taking her hand and putting it back. Holding it in place within her own. Her thumb softly grazing her knuckles. Feeling the warmth leaving her.

“I love you.”

“I am forever yours.” Annabelle pushed her forehead to Maria’s. Breathing in her perfume. “I love you Miss Annabelle Parsons.”

She felt Maria’s finger trace her cheek like she had a thousand times. “I don’t want you to go.” Her voice breaking into sobs. “Please don’t leave me.” Annabelle pleaded, not wanting to lose Maria. Not after everything they went through to be together. She had loved her every minute she possibly could and the seven years they were together wasn’t enough. “We didn’t have enough time.”

Annabelle opened her eyes. Realising Maria was gone, she pulled her close. Crying into Maria’s neck, letting her tears flow freely.

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Annabelle pushed a silver clip in Mary’s hair, glancing in the mirror at her daughter. Seeing her biting her lower lip exactly like Maria use to. “How are you feeling about tonight?”

Mary’s shoulders slumped. “Do I have to go? I feel like everyone will stare at me.”

“The only people who might stare. Will be speechless at how beautiful you are.” Annabelle put her hand on Mary’s shoulder to calm her. “You will dazzle all you meet tonight.”

Mr Chambers knocked upon opening the door. “Is she ready?”

“Almost. Just putting the finishing touches on her.” Annabelle smiled to him. “Pass me the small box.”

Mr Chambers opened the small box. Smiling when he saw the Edgewater crown. “She would wholeheartedly approve.”

“I thought it would make Maria feel part of tonight.” Annabelle pulled out the crown. Gently positioning it on Mary’s head. “Your mother wore this at the end of her debut season. She would want you to wear it from the start. You are more than worthy and I know... that she is so proud of you, like your father and me both are.”

Mr Konevi stepped in. “A beautiful woman on debut tonight.” A small smile on his face. “the Edgewater crown well deserving of the young woman before us.”

“Thanks.” Mary smiled. Getting up. Wearing a fine blue bodice dress. Annabelle organising it in advance. She felt the material, unable to hide her smile.

“You look beautiful.” Annabelle kissed her cheek. “Like your mother.”

“Thanks.” was all Mary could say.

“Our carriage awaits.” Mr Chambers led everyone down. Annabelle offering her hand to Mary who took it. Mr Chambers winking as he helped Annabelle in. “Percival is excited to have you debut at his ball.”

“I hope I make an impression.”

“Maria made an impression on many in her debut.” Mr Konevi crossed his legs. “Mr Sinclaire, Sir Luke and Prince Hamid all vied for your mother’s hand but-“

“Miss Parsons defeated them in single combat before shooting Mr Richards with a bow and arrow.” Mary giggled. Covering her mouth.

“That is not what I told you.” Annabelle scoffed. Shaking her head.

“I like Auntie Briar’s version better.” Mary snickered.

“Sounds poetic.” Mr Chambers chuckled. Squeezing Mr Konevi’s hand. “Enjoy tonight and make sure to dance at least once.”

“Can I have you lead me through one dance?” Mary asked Annabelle.

“Unfortunately this is London. Not Edgewater.” Annabelle sighed. “But perhaps once we are back at the townhouse we can.”

Mary nodded. She loved to dance with her mother, having been taught by her. Mr Chambers and Mr Konevi playing their part.

Mary slowly got out. Mr Konevi holding his hand out to assist her. She let go of his hand. Walking ahead. Her family watching from behind.

“She is her mothers daughter. Fearless.” Mr Chambers looked at Annabelle. Offering a sincere smile. “She would have not been here without you.”

[choicesmcappreciationweek]

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[reneechoices]

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[moonlightgem7]

8 years I’ve been playing Choices..

Bloodbound, Desire & Decorum, The Royal Romance, The Cursed Heart and now Blades is over.

What now?

[choicesficwriterscreations]

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[lilyoffandoms]

Clara x Luke

Event Tags: @choicesmcappreciationweek (Day Six: Historic People)

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[ladylamrian]

Female Main Character: Clara (Desire & Decorum)

Pairing: F!MC × Ernest Sinclaire

Summary: A Winter Fairytale AU - Young Clara receives from her father a nutcracker as a gift.

Word Count: 4K words

Rating: General (Fluff, Fairytale AU, Christmas)

Warnings: none (just ugly Richard much uglier)

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Author's note: Inspired by the (Ballet) Fairytale called "The Nutcracker" where the heroine has the same name as my Desire & Decorum Main Character, Clara of Edgewater.

In this magical rewrite and retelling, Clara, a young girl with a kind heart, gazed in wonder at her new Nutcracker toy gifted by her father, Vincent, the Viscount of Edgewater.

"Oh, my Nutcracker, you're so handsome!", the girl praised as she held her wooden toy in her hands which looked almost like a human.

"Clara, dear! Clara!!"

The girl heard the grandmother call out from downstairs, so she immediately placed the wooden figure on her bed sheet, left her chambers, and hurried toward the calling woman.

After helping her grandmother, the young girl returned to her chambers only to find her younger brother, Harry, next to her broken toy. The figure lying on the floor with a missing arm.

"Oh no, my nutcracker!! What have you done?", she panicked and quickly grabbed the wooden figure from the floor. Then she picked up the missing toy arm which she found from under her bed.

"I only wanted to play with this soldier but it broke so easily. That's a dumb toy."

"Hey, don't say that about Father's gift. And that's my Nutcracker and not yours. Go and play with Edmund.", she scolded, wanting him to leave.

"Hey children, why the shouting? What happened.", a gentle voice called out. It was Viscount Vincent, the father of the children.

"Father, Harry broke my nutcracker!", little Clara sobbed and pointed at her sibling. Harry tried to avoid his father's gaze as he spoke.

"I'm sorry, father. I was just playing, and it happened by accident."

And then the boy left, leaving his sister alone with the father. The viscount discovered his daughter's sadness which broke his heart. How happy he made her with just a simple toy.

"My darling dear, please don't cry. I promise to fix your toy."

"You would do that, father?", she asked as she slowly calmed herself down.

"Anything for my Clara.", Vincent softly whispered before planting a gentle kiss on his daughter's forehead. She was the only daughter and a father who would do anything for their baby girl. He carefully took her wooden toy and its dispatched arm.

"Thank you, father. You're the best."

"I just don't want to see you sad, my child. Especially not on Christmas Eve. I'll be right back."

Determined to help, the viscount left Clara's chambers with her toy in hand, ready to fix it. Despite the challenges, he successfully reattached the arm. After just half an hour, he returned the toy to Clara, looking as good as new.

"Yayy, my nutcracker got fixed. Thanks father.", she happily squeaked.

In the dead of night, after everyone else had retired, Clara decisively woke up in her chambers to check on her nutcracker. She confidently reached for the cupboard next to her bed as the clock struck midnight. In an instant, hordes of mice flooded the room, and the walls, furniture, and everything surrounding her expanded to dizzying heights.

"Aaahh, what's happening?! Is everything growing or am I shrinking? Help!", she panicked.

Little Clara shrank into the size of a doll. The same size as her Nutcracker. She discovered her toy standing next to her with features like a real human. There was nothing wooden of him anymore. He looked more handsome and real. Light skin, chestnut curls, and stormy, blue eyes.

"Uhh, who are you?"

"Why your nutcracker, of course, milady. They also call me Ernest Sinclaire. And this gentleman is at your service now.", he spoke before raising her knuckles to plant a kiss on them which made the girl blush.

She found her nutcracker already beautiful as a toy, but now even more. Handsome, dashing, and those perfect manners. A man of her dreams.

"You're so kind. Dear Nutcracker,... I... I mean... Dear Mr. Sinclaire, were you always a nutcracker? How did this happen?"

"My Clara, it's only fair if you know the truth. I wasn't always a nutcracker, but a human like you. I got cursed."

"What?", she gasped and he nodded.

"Yes, cursed by no other but the evil Mouse King."

"Mouse King? And is there a way that your curse can be broken"

"Only by the sweetness of the Sugar Fairy."

"First a mouse and now a fairy? What does that mean?", the girl got confused than before.

"I sadly don't know either what the sweetness of the Sugar Fairy is or if she even exists, but that doesn't stop me from fighting. I won't give up that easily."

"Oh Ernest, your story is so sad. I wish I could help you."

"Clara, you helped me already. You're a wonderful girl and treat me perfectly. You don't see me as a toy but as a real human. Someone with real feelings. And thank you for stepping before. It kinda hurt when your brother was messing up with my arm.", he chuckled.

"Does your arm still hurt?" she whispered and gently stroked the injured part.

"Not when I have you, Clara. Besides, your father took great care of me. He's a good man who raised a beautiful girl."

"Oh, Ernest. You're...", she blushed.

"Yes, dear Clara?"

"Oh shut up, you're gorgeous. I like you being more human and real. You're so sweet, kind, and just perfect. You're the best gift I ever received. Even as a toy I love you."

"Clara darling, it fills my wooden heart to hear this. I wish I could spend more time with you in my human form and dance all night with you forever."

"Oh Ernest, why not dance now?"

Clara created delicate ballet movements that were pleasant to watch for Ernest. The movements of the feet were graceful, the movements of the arms and the fingers were very fluid, and the whole body got synchronized.

"Love, may I join for this dance?", he asked and extended his arm to her. She happily accepted and both started a powerful waltz. Everything around them faded away and they only focused on themselves and their dance.

"My beautiful... Clara, look out!!", her nutcracker panicked as their dance suddenly got interrupted by unwanted intruders.

"Ernest, what's happening?"

Clara was shocked and now found herself amid a battle between an army of gingerbread soldiers and the mice, led by their king.

She discovered her nutcracker shouting orders to the gingerbread men, who were joined by tin soldiers, and by dolls who served as doctors to carry away the wounded. The Mouse King returned. As the old, gray-haired being tried to advance on the nutcracker, Clara immediately threw her slipper at him to protect her nutcracker.

"Hey, you ugly rat!! Back off!!"

"Who dares to call me an ugly rat?!! The powerful Mouse King Richard!!", the almost human-like animal hissed at the girl.

"Leave Ernest and the toys alone!! Your army is hurting innocent people.", she dared to answer back while Mr. Sinclaire and the other toy soldiers were too busy fighting off some rats, Richard's minions. One of them was a light-gray human rat called Sir Gideon, who was now swordfighting with Clara's nutcracker, Ernest Sinclaire.

"My, my, what gorgeous piece do we have here? A pretty girl in my kingdom."

"Excuse me, I'm not a piece!!"

"That anger... How fierce! I like that. Why don't you join me, beautiful? I'm a King. Fight by my side and I'll make my Queen.", he spoke as he tried to move closer to her.

"Ewww, no thanks. I love Ernest Sinclaire and not you, old rat. Stay away from me."

"Nobody rejects me. And you...", Mouse King Richard got interrupted as he analyzed the battlefield.

Many of his minions sustained injuries and were defeated while the toys claimed victory in the battle. Unable to tolerate defeat, he issued a command to retreat, vowing to return and strike back harder. Mouse King Richard and Rat Sir Gideon escaped with a handful of their minions, fully intent on scheming for revenge and launching a powerful counterattack.

"Wohooo, Ernest!! They're gone. You defeated them!!", Clara cheered before running towards her soldier for a hug.

"My Clara darling, my love, are you alright? Did he hurt you? I'm so sorry I couldn't keep Richard away from you."

"It's alright, we're both safe now. Is your arm alright?", she wispered in worry.

"Well, I'm used to losing some parts of me while battling, and it doesn't hurt. But this time it feels strange. For the first time, I feel like I used to feel when I was human, Clara. That means the Sugar Fairy must be near."

"Then we have to find her to make you back human again. Does your arm hurt?"

"Manageable, Clara. But for keeping you safe, this pain is nothing to me."

"Then let's find the Sugar Fairy. Lead the way, my love."

Ernest confidently journeyed to the magnificent Land of Sweets alongside the girl. This vibrant realm was under the rule of the Sugar Fairy. The paths were adorned with colorful toffees, and towering lollipop trees captivated young Clara. They boldly crossed a candy cane bridge over the rich chocolate milk river. Energetic bees buzzed around, offering them delightful honey as they soared through the air. In this land, everything and everyone exuded a powerful sense of harmony and joy.

"It's like heaven here, Ernest."

"I was genuinely surprised to uncover this hidden world that embraced me. Nonetheless, I firmly miss the experience of being human again."

"Listen, you're still human with a heart of gold. You can feel happiness, pain, and love. Your mind is sharp and capable of strategy. While you may be made of wood at the moment, that doesn’t diminish your humanity. Together, we will break this curse."

As they stepped into the enchanting Land of Sweets, a vibrant kingdom ruled by the whimsical Sugar Fairy, they were greeted by an extraordinary assembly. Gingerbread soldiers, with their gleaming icing decorations and candy buttons, stood tall and proud. Colorful dolls with sparkling eyes danced joyfully, while fluffy teddy bears flanked them, their soft fur inviting hugs. All around, toys of every kind chimed and chimed with delight, their laughter ringing like bells in the air. The joyful procession celebrated the young couple's bravery, honoring them for vanquishing the wicked Mouse King, Richard, earlier that day.

"You were so heroic.", a ballet dancer sang as she twirled around them.

"Mister Sinclaire saved us again! How will we ever thank him?" Ginger, the teddy bear cheered.

"All hail, Mr. Sinclaire!!", the crowd joined.

"Who's the pretty girl with you, Mr. Sinclaire?" an elderly woman asked and winked at them. Everyone got curious too.

"Madam Tarte, may I introduce Clara? She's with me and together we are here to meet the Sugar Fairy."

"The Sugar Fairy? We have never seen her."

"To the Sugar Fairy? Mister Sinclaire, take my horses for the travel.", Mister Crumble offered.

Ernest, the nutcracker, gratefully accepted the warm words of encouragement and generous help from the villagers. In a display of kindness, they lent him two magnificent mares. Clara, with her spirited demeanor, perched elegantly on a chocolate-brown horse named Caramel, whose rich, glossy coat shimmered in the sun. Meanwhile, Ernest chose a striking white mare with delicate snowflake patterns dotting her fur. She was named Marzipan.

With a sense of adventure, they took off, riding swiftly through the meadows as if propelled by the very wind itself, their laughter echoing through the air. The journey led them to the enchanting crystal palace, where the fairy was said to reside. Upon their arrival, the pair dismounted and led their horses to a gentle stop, leaving them tied outside before stepping into the palace, ready to discover the magic within.

The walls of the palace were magnificently adorned with exquisite marble, showcasing intricate carvings that told stories of a bygone era. Each detail in the craftsmanship added to the grandeur of the surroundings. The floors, meticulously polished to a near-mirror finish, gleamed under the soft glow of the chandeliers, creating a mesmerizing reflection that enhanced the opulence of the space.

"So this where the good Sugar Fairy lives. It's beautiful.", Clara admired.

A cheerful gingerbread soldier adorned with colorful icing and a shiny candy button for a uniform greeted them with a warm smile, his sugary frame exuding a delightful aroma of cinnamon and spice.

"Greetings, I am Ernest Sinclaire, accompanied by Clara. We have journeyed a considerable distance to seek an audience with the esteemed Sugar Fairy. We hold a deep respect for her and sincerely believe that she possesses the power to assist us in lifting the curse that has been cast upon me. Would it be possible for us to visit her?"

"Greetings, Mr. Sinclaire. We have had the pleasure of hearing numerous accounts of your remarkable adventures throughout the land, particularly your courageous confrontations with the nefarious Mouse King. It is our honor to welcome esteemed heroes like yourself to our community."

"Thank you, Sir Luke."

"Regrettably, I am unable to assure you that you will have the opportunity to meet the Sugar Fairy today, or at any time in the future."

"Why is that?" the nutcracker asked with concern.

"I regret to inform you that the Sugar Fairy has been absent for an extended period and has yet to make her return," the soldier announced, eliciting a concerned reaction from the couple.

How can they possibly break the curse on Mr. Sinclaire now? The Sugar Fairy was their only hope, and the thought of him remaining a nutcracker forever was heartbreaking. He deserved the chance to be human again.

"I'll never return back into my human again."

"Please don't say that, Ernest. I know things feel overwhelming right now, but we will find a way through this together. Trust me, my love. I'm here for you," she said softly, wrapping her arms around him. He pulled her closer, seeking comfort, and she gently stroked his soft hair, hoping to calm his racing thoughts.

"Clara, I thought I'll be soon back human but..."

"I completely understand how you feel, my love. Believe me, I share those sentiments too. But please always remember that my love for you remains unwavering, whether you’re human or a nutcracker. You are, and always will be, my Ernest Sinclaire. My hero, my love, my everything. Your kindness, generosity, loyalty, and wonderful heart are what drew me to you, and I cherish that deeply."

"I truly love you too, Clara."

As she heard these little heartfelt words, an overwhelming warmth spread through the girl's heart. In that moment, she stood on her tiptoes, yearning to connect with him, and leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met in a tender, passionate embrace, a beautiful expression of their deep love. An experience that felt like the sweetest thing Ernest had ever tasted.

They found themselves surrounded by a radiant light that enveloped them with hope. It was a glow so captivating that toys from the nearby towns and villages rushed toward the mysterious source, eager to uncover the wonders that awaited them.

When Ernest Sinclaire slowly opened his blue eyes, he found that the girl before him had transformed. No longer was it just Clara, the girl he had known so well. Instead, it was Clara in a dazzling new form as the Sugar Fairy herself. Her brown hair shimmered like spun sugar, cascading down her shoulders in soft waves, and she wore a gown that sparkled with hues of pastel pink and blue. The air around her was sweet, filled with a hint of candy as she smiled down at him. Her radiance illuminating the room and filling Ernest with a sense of wonder and magic.

Clara of Edgewater stood enchanted. Her eyes wide with astonishment. She was dressed in a breathtaking gown. Its fabric shimmering like liquid silver as it cascaded down to the floor, each fold and flare danced gracefully with her every movement. The gown was adorned with tiny sequins that twinkled like stars, adding a touch of magic to her appearance. On her feet, she wore delicate ballet slippers, soft and pastel-hued, embellished with sparkling accents that caught the light with each step she took.

Perched atop her flowing hair was a radiant tiara, a masterpiece of artistry that sparkled with an array of precious gemstones. Each gem seemed to reflect its own story, glistening in hues of sapphire, ruby, and emerald, casting a gentle glow around her. Strikingly beautiful, she felt as if she had stepped straight out of a fairytale, transformed into a princess wrapped in elegance and grace. In that moment, she truly was a vision of purity and enchantment, completely bejeweled and captivating.

"Clara darling, you look like an angel."

The same radiant light enveloped the figure of Ernest Sinclaire, illuminating him in a warm glow. As the transformation began, the once solid wooden form gradually shifted, its hard exterior melting away into soft, supple skin. Flesh and blood filled out the structure, revealing a body full of life and vitality. Before anyone’s eyes, the inanimate wooden toy had transcended its limitations to become a fully realized human being. Indeed, he stood there as a true man, embodying the very essence of humanity as it was always intended to be.

"I'm... I'm back human. After all these times, I'm back in my own body and not a nutcracker anymore."

"Ernest, what happened? I don't understand. Just look at me... What is going on?" she begged for an explanation as she couldn't understand what just happened.

"All the time we were searching for the Sugar Fairy without knowing that you are the Sugar Fairy, Clara. You broke my curse and made me human again."

The enthusiastic crowd surged around them, their cheers rising to a deafening crescendo, echoing the excitement in the air.

"All hail Clara, the Sugar Fairy!!"

"No, that's impossible. I'm not the Sugar Fairy. I'm Clara, just an ordinary girl," she asserted firmly. The man gently placed his hands on her shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes.

"Dear Clara, I truly understand how difficult this is to accept. I felt the same way when I transformed from a human into a nutcracker and entered the Land of Sweets. Your sweetnes, your loving kiss was what broke the curse of the evil Mouse King Richard. It was only the sweetness of the Sugar Fairy that could accomplish this, which is why I believe you are the Sugar Fairy. You have given me the gift of humanity once again."

In a dazzling celebration that filled the air with sweetness, the young heroine was honored and formally welcomed as the Sugar Fairy. The festivities featured an impressive array of delectable treats from around the globe, each one more inviting than the last. Velvety chocolate from Switzerland, with its rich, creamy texture. Spiced gingerbread from Germany, bursting with warm flavors. Fragrant coffee from Arabia, with its enticing aroma. Delicate tea from China served in vibrant porcelain cups. And colorful candy canes from Russia, gleaming under the twinkling lights, were all beautifully displayed.

As laughter echoed throughout the Land of Sweets, the toys danced joyfully and captivated the crowd with their spirited performances. The atmosphere was electric with joy and happiness.

As the dawn approached, it was time for Clara to awaken soon. The night was coming to an end. Mister Sinclaire bowed to her respectfully and kissed her goodbye.

"Ernest!" she shouted, her voice breaking the tranquility of the early morning. Clara’s eyes fluttered open to find the golden sunlight streaming through her window, painting a warm glow across her room. The gentle rays danced on the walls, illuminating the delicate patterns of the wallpaper. Snuggled comfortably in her soft, plush blankets, she felt cocooned against the cold of the winter morning. She lay nestled in her cozy bed, surrounded by the familiar comforts of her chambers, momentarily lost in the peacefulness before the day began.

All the memories of Ernest, the Land of Sweets, the Mouse King, and the Sugar Fairy were still fresh in her mind, which she couldn't forget or shake away that easily. It felt so real. Was it all a dream, or did it happen? The only way to find out...

The girl swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet brushing against the cool wooden floor. She glanced around her room, eyes scanning every corner in search of clues. Clenching her fists, she imagined what she might find a glimmering piece of candy cane or perhaps a fragrant piece of gingerbread. Her mind even wandered to the thought of an ugly rat with a tiny crown.

"Wait a second, where is the nutcracker which father gifted me yesterday on Christmas Eve?", she thought loud as she discovered that her toy was missing. It wasn't lying in the cupboard at her bedside anymore, which made her panic.

"No, no, it can't be... There must be a logical explanation. I bet Harry took my Nutcracker again. That boy..." she groaned and rushed downstairs. As she entered the main hall, she began shouting.

"Harry, come here!! Where is my nutcracker?!!"

"Are you searching for me?", someone chuckled which surprised her.

It was a young man who entered the parlour with Clara's father, Vincent, as their new guest. He was good-looking, tall, with curly brown hair, gray-blue eyes, and fair skin. He wore a white shirt with a scarf wrapped around his neck, a beige vest, and a navy blue jacket paired with brown trousers. A smile spread across his face as he noticed the girl.

"Ernest?" she whispered with surprise.

The handsome man she danced with last night in Nutcracker form was now standing in front of her, alive. Maybe it wasn't a dream after all? Or was it just a coincidence? But where was her Nutcracker then?

"Sugar Fairy.", the man whispered to her and winked which made her blush. Maybe the adventures of last night did happen. She would happily trade her toy for the dashing man in front of her.

"I hope you don't mind having a guest with us tonight, Clara.", Viscount Vincent suggested, which the girl didn't mind at all.

The entire family gathered around the beautifully adorned Christmas tree. The warm glow of the lights cast a festive ambiance in the room. They savored a traditional meal together, filling the air with the tempting aromas of roasted meats and seasonal dishes. At the table sat Father, whose jovial laughter rang out. Grandmother, with her wise and twinkling eyes. Harry, who eagerly shared stories with Edmund. Clara secretly stole glances with the special guest, who added an extra touch of joy to the occasion. It was a moment of togetherness, warmth, and cherished memories.

"Soooo... Do we know each other?" she dared to ask without letting anyone notice their interactions.

"You might know me already, Clara. I hope you're not sad that you don't have a nutcracker anymore."

"This Sugar Fairy rather wants to have you, my hero. Now Mouse King Richard won't stand a single chance against my man.", she confessed as their hands met under the dining table.

[bluelovessss]

~ Waiting For You ~

Word Count ~ 864

Fanfic ~ Desire And Decorum

Pairing ~ Ernest Sinclaire & Beatrice (MC)

Rating ~ M

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Summary ~ Beatrice left Ernest after things unfortunately got bad between them and one night after an incident, she had enough and left him. Ernest writes a letter to her apologising and telling her how much she means to him. But, will words be enough?

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"Sometimes, love is worth fighting for, even if it means giving it another chance. "

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Ernest sat on his desk staring blankly on the piece of paper in front of him. He had words to say and to write but couldn't find a way to do it. He knew that things between them were bad. So bad that she ended up leaving. Now it's been a long time. And there isn't a single moment since she left that he didn't think about her. About what happened. About what went wrong. About what he did wrong. It was his fault. There's no denying that. But he couldn't find the courage to write her a letter apologising to her for everything that happened. But finally today, he found the courage to sit down and write a letter to her.

Letters. A sweet memory of them as their love story began with it. Writing each other letters was a part of their routine. He still had all the letters that she had sent to him back then. He kept them safely. But, since she left he read every single one of them. And his heart ached with pain. He wished to go back to that time. He missed her. He really did.

He knew he had to find a way to write down his feelings onto a piece of paper with the hope of getting her back into his life. He rubbed his eyes as he groaned in frustration. He was a terrible person when it came to expressing his feelings, and she used to joke about it. She always knew what was the right thing to say at the right time, something she hoped that he too would learn from her with time. Only with time. Her laugher echoed in his ears, reminding him of their argument. How he hurt her through words, and now it had been long enough since he last saw her. He ached to see her. To hold her hands. To see her smile. To see those beautiful eyes that he fell for. And now, writing his heart on a piece of paper felt like a nightmare, but if he wants her to return back, then he must do this no matter how difficult it may seem.

He took a feather pen and wrote as honestly as he could,

"Dear Beatrice,

I write this letter to you to apologise to you for everything that happened between us. I am sorry for not understanding you, for not making time for you,for not giving you my 100%, for not standing up for you and I am sorry for not being there for you when you needed me the most. You were right, our love it is complicated, but our love is even more complicated because of our deep connection formed over a short time when we first met. The deeper the connection, the more difficult it becomes to cherish it and protect it at the same time. I am terrible when it comes to expressing my feelings openly, and you always teased me about it. But today is different. Today, I am writing this letter to earn you forgiveness. Not because you could come back after it. No. I won't force you into something that you are not ready for yet. I want your forgiveness for everything wrong that I did because I realised that all this time, I was taking you for granted, which I should not have. I have done so many wrong things to you, made and taken you for granted. I am so sorry for all of that. I don't deserve you or your forgiveness, but just know that I will do you anything to earn it. I love you. I really love you so much. So much that it hurts me. My love for you is eternal, and it always be. I don't expect you to forgive me right away after reading this letter, but I just wanted to give you what you deserved : the truth. And the truth is, I cannot live without you. I hope you finally got the closure that you deserved. Write back to me if you want. I will look forward to seeing you soon, perhaps one day. You know me, hopeless romantic for you.

Yours forever,

Sinclaire.

He sealed the letter and dropped the letter into the letter box soon enough. His heart pounded fast, full of worry. But also with hope that maybe just maybe she will write back to him or even better, come back to him. And together they will work on their relationship and deepen their bond by healing the wounds. But, as he walked back home, he smiled with the knowledge that at least he had poured his heart out to her in that letter. Something he never did but today he did for her.

Will she return? Will they be reunited? Or will she even read his letter? Questions. There were so many questions adding more to his doubts. But, their love. His love for her put every doubt aside. Because even if things were rough between them right now, he knew their love would overcome any barrier. Because in the end, love always won and overcame every problem.

Because love is always worth it.

The End.

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Dear @princess-geek I'm so sorry for the long delay of this fanfic for u. Ik it took me a few months but it's finally here & I hope u like it. Thank u sm 4 being so patient & amazing. I really enjoyed writing this 4 u. Happy New 2025!

Also, this will be my last fanfic of Choices. I'll now be concentrating on my own debut novel. I'm working on the first draft btw.

Lmk ur thoughts!

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Tags ~ @princess-geek @lovealexhunt @ezekielbhandarivalleros @choicesficwriterscreations

[bri1234]

What’s one of your favorite scenes from one of your favorite Choices books? Here, I’ll go first:

[rjschoicesstuff]

Did a self indulgent one and picked the characters myself lol

[missameliep]

WIP Wednesday Thursday (05/12/2024)

Thanks for the tag @peonierose - I loved the WIps you shared :)

I haven't been writing much these past days, but I have some things to share. I'll share one unnamed WIP for Wake the Dead and two for different Desire & Decorum series.

Wake the Dead (Unnamed one-shot)

Malia’s fingers ache.   They ache from the cold water she’s using to scrub the dirt and grease out of them. There’s nothing one can do about it. At least the winter was gone. It could be worse.   Her fingers ache, but she is grateful to have water running. Gelid and sunset-colored as it is. The water falls, swirls and disappears down the drain carrying with it the black foam. Her hands were never this dirty.   A mix of ancient rust and dark grease that didn’t come out when she wiped her palms against the worn out legs of the jeans. Water, soap and a brush were insufficient to wipe them clean. The dirt remained under her fingernails and the small cuts all over the skin of her palms were painted black.  Her fingers ache because she scrubs too hard. The contact of the stiff plastic of the bristles against her bruised skin is painful. Small cuts spread all over her fingers and palms looking like small black rivers in a map, joining the mounts formed by old callous.   The fingerless gloves, essential to conserve the grip, did nothing to protect them from the cold or sharp edges.  Her fingers ache, but she will not complain.   They reached the zombie-infested lodge and are turning into a colony. More than that. Olympus is still an idea. It only exists in their imagination. With their hands and the sweat running down their faces, they’ll bring it to life. They are building a dream. They are building a dream together. 

2. A snippet from the third part of Once Upon a Summer (Desire & Decorum AU)

His words made Elizabeth’s lips stretch into a warm smile and the stern librarian shush him, even though his voice was barely above a whisper and there was nobody else but them in that section of the library. Raising his hands in a placating sign, Hamid turned around and pretended to read Elizabeth’s notes until the sharp click of shoes soles indicated the woman had returned to her seat behind the desk at the entrance.   On the page, the notes were neat, organized and colourful; Elizabeth’s handwriting was unsurprisingly pretty, the cursive style flowing in soft round curves; unlike his. Compared to hers, his looks like vines growing in the walls of his family’s home, unruly claiming the spaces, twining around the lines, meandering beyond the margins. While some might call it messy unreadable scrawls, he prefers the term “unconventional cursive”. It’s not his fault the speed with which his thoughts flood his brain make it challenging for his hand to keep up. And how unnecessary to work on improving this skill when he can easily have access to a computer whenever arises the need of a perfectly readable text.   Elizabeth’s attentive gaze followed his, while he observed her notes and took in every object in that desk, visible traces of her, and the silence stretched far too long.   “You never told me your name,” he whispered close to her ear, then leaned back onto his own seat.  He knew her name, obviously; she probably knows that he knows it. Nonetheless, she fled before introducing herself; it’s past time for rectifying that. Maybe she’d even provide enough information about their previous encounter.  “It’s Elizabeth Foredale,” she replied without looking at him, and his fingers itched to capture a lock of her long curly hair to play with. “But my friends can call me Liz,” she added with a hint of a smile.  Liz.   Only three letters, but they’re enough to widen his smile.  “Can I call you Liz?”  Elbow propped on the desk, her chin rested on a palm, and she slowly turned her face towards his. A lingering gaze on his face, her green eyes beautifully trained on his, stealing his breath away.  Mimicking her position, he let his chin rest on a palm too, and his expectations drew him closer.  “It’s up to you...” she whispered back.

3. And the last one is a snippet for Chapter 26 of Second Chances (Desire & Decorum Modern AU):

Neither the brightness, the rain nor the shift of the mattress seemed to have disturbed Hamid’s peaceful slumber. Rolling over to the side and seeing his face stole her will to get out of bed; praying it would take a long time for him to wake up. If it wasn’t creep, she would stay there facing him until he did.  Lying on his side, his left arm was bent, and his hand was touching his forehead over the pillow. His black jumbled hair contrasted with the whiteness of the pillowcase, and a few locks fell to his forehead, and it was hard to resist the urge to run her fingers and pull them back to place. Mouth slightly parted, his shapely lips were framed by the dark shadow of his growing stubble. Long dark lashes almost touching his cheeks, and not a hint of dark circles or bags under his eyes. It wasn’t surprising that he conserved a serene demeanour while sleeping, but she never anticipated he could look this handsome after a night like this.   The most beautiful man in the world...  Elizabeth never regretted not taking the time to learn how to draw or paint until this morning. If she had the skills, she would immortalize this image of Hamid. Especially those tempting lips. Lips that she got to kiss hours ago. The memories alone warm her, setting her cheeks on fire.    “You’re staring at me.” Hamid spoke with a hoarse sleepy voice, his eyes still closed. “Are you thinking about kissing me awake?” 

Tagging a few of my fav writers if you'd like to share something you're working on: @princess-geek @lorirwritesfanfic @rosesnink @jerzwriter @lilyoffandoms @storyofmychoices and whoever who feels like sharing something :)

[princess-geek]

Lady Beatrice Foredale

by @lilyoffandoms

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[kinda-iconic]

I have missed this 😂

[kilvalir]

The fourth makeover! It's @sapphoschoices desire and decorum MC, Bridgette, as a fairy 🧚🏿🪄✨

[choicesficwriterscreations]

December MC of the Month: Beatrice Howard Foredale

Please welcome December 2024's MC of the Month: @princess-geek's Beatrice Howard Foredale from Desire & Decorum.

Each month, we highlight one MC or OC on our Meet My MC / OC List. They are selected randomly on the Wheel of Names, and eligibility requirements can be found here. We accept MC / OC profiles on an ongoing basis. Please feel free to send yours in!

Learn more about Beatrice below.

1- In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC / OC.

I love how spontaneous she is and how intense her feelings are.

2- Do you feel your MC / OC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

I feel that Beatrice is an alternative version of myself, almost an alter ego. We both have brown hair, light skin colour and brown eyes, however, I confess I put some fairy dust on her to make her prettier.

I projected on her some of my ambitions, skills, qualities, and flaws as well. We both share a passion for writing, reading and photography (even though she's much better at it than me). She and I like the same colour palette (pink and gold). Beatrice gets my dream job (being a journalist and writer), and she can do three things that I would love to know how to do very well: ride a horse, dance and handle a sword.

The major flaw we share is stubbornness. Nevertheless, there is something (which will be evident later in the narrative) that sets us apart: Beatrice has some difficulties in understanding and communicating her feelings. This will get her into trouble and cause her distress.

3- What is most important to your MC / OC? What is their motivation in life?

Although she makes great sacrifices to achieve her goals, deep down, Beatrice needs and lives to give and receive love from family and friends. What truly fills her heart is what she lives with those she loves, whether it's a big event or an afternoon vegetating on the couch with Briar.

4- What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

It is universally known that she has some issues with Henrietta. However, one thing that angers her the most is high society's vices. The shiny veneer of the social varnish layer hides hypocrisy, pettiness, prejudices and evil that she cannot stand. Therefore, whenever she can, she exposes and stands up to those with two faces. She tends to be suspicious of people who don't like dogs (and especially those who don't think Sunny is the cutest thing on earth).

5- If your MC / OC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

If Beatrice could change one thing about her, she would choose to be a little taller (she gets frustrated at not being able to reach certain places)

6- What is your MC / OC’s favorite quote or song?

Her favourite quote is ‘Love is the most reliable compass’. Her father told her this once, and she has never forgotten it and guides her life inspired by it.

7- Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC / OC?

Beatrice's determination and non-compliance with what is wrong around her have inspired me. Her story shows us it is possible to be a better person and make the world around us a little better. Even though, like her, we often have to resign or give in, the important is never to give up fighting for those or things we love.

She's a huge Arsenal fan. She gets very excited when watching the matches -- she jumps off the couch, yells at the players, and always wears red clothes and the team’s scarf. Beatrice also collects the team’s merchandising.

[dist4nt-shores]

choices as random text posts i have saved part 2!! (again beneath the cut because i’m nice :) )

blades crew

mal volari

every choices mc & their forced li

foreign affairs

guinevere

beckett harrington

atlas from the elementalists

zoey and the queen b mc

kieran from the cursed heart

desire and decorum mc

renza fierro from the royal masquerade

jake mckenzie

continually messing up during a fight scene

part one | part two | part three