#ernest sinclaire imagines

[kpopperwitch]

Books I would write if I was one of Playchoices' writers:

A mermaid book where the MC returns to a beach town where their mother was born and grew up, they have just turned 17/18 and some weird things started happening like being attracted to the ocean and feeling a deep need of swimming in it, the first LI introduced would be the school's swimming team leader, they would be very kind to the MC and be their guide through the city and the school. The second LI introduced would be a merperson, they would be the MC guide through the merworld, the ocean culture and so on. At the end of the first chapter they would have their first full transformation and the book would be centered around the MC finding out how to navigate through these two very different worlds. Eventually they would find out their father is actually a merman and has some important role in the merpeople society, and they have a full merman brother who at first is very wary and distrustful of the MC, but you would have the options to warm up to him. Both LIs would be gender of choice and very balanced and you would have the choice to romanticise the human one, the merman one or both. The MC would be also gender of choice and you would be also able to chose the tail colour and fins' shape. At the end of the book you would be able to chose to stay on land, on sea or divide your time between both.

A book set in the 40s with a kinda of noir theme, mystery and assassination where the MC sees a murder at a high society party and becomes the next target of the killer, she has the choice to be romantically involved with the police officer, with the detective or with a very very rich man, maybe the one who threw the party (she would already come from a rich family btw). I would DIE A THOUSAND TIMES FOR IT, can y'all imagine the amount of GLAMOUR a book with this theme could give us? The peek-a-boo hairstyle, the gorgeous long gowns and the fur coats everywhere? Mixed up with the angst and the mystery of the killer being around and the LIs doing everything they can to catch the killer and save the MC, peak experience istg!!!

A very much angst book where the MC is in a wedding that's crumbling down and you have the choice to try to warm up things with your partner again or divorce. There will be two LI, your partner and someone else, if you chose your partner throughout the book you would be able to fix your marriage. If you chose someone else, you'll end up divorcing but on good terms. I think it would be cool to have children included to fuel even more the angst.

A historical fiction book set in Ancient Egypt with A LOT of mystery and political intrigue. Three LI including the Pharaoh himself, a soldier and a lady in waiting, in this one the MC would come from a very rich and noble family and be sent to the court to win the Pharaoh's love and raise her family status.

A romantic book set in mid 19th century. Not a lot to say, just want beautiful early Victorian gowns and chivalrous LIs for me to fall in love again just like I did with Ernest Sinclaire and John Somerset. And I would make the MC already be a high ranking lady instead of the same tiering "a fish out of water" and "i don't fit in" trope.

A book set in the 70s/80s. If in the 70s, they could work a lot with disco theme and imagine a Farrah Fawcett hairstyle? I would DIE for it. If in the 80s, the shoulder pads would be a MUST, and i can see it happening in some kind of high school scenario where the MC is divided between two "gangs" like the bad boys and the popular ones.

A book where the MC is the rich and flirtatious one and the LI is the loser. Not a lot to say too, just kinda like The Nanny Affair, but without the nanny thing and reversed. The MC could be a very rich celebrity or businessperson and they hire a new bodyguard or personal assistant and everything goes down from it.

[princess-geek]

About the nutcracker fanfic AU I wrote for Desire & Decorum....

No, but seriously, I had to warn my readers about Mister Richard getting more uglier. I mean... Imagine him as the Mouse King with a Mouse snout, mouse teeth, mouse ears, and a tail 🫣 A nightmare. Sorry, I don't mean to traumatize anyone 😅 But if any artist would draw him like this 😂😂 That would be also funny. Richard, the evil Mouse King being fought by the dashing nutcracker, Ernest Sinclaire & Clara, the ballerina 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 Respect to the art

I hope someone will do it someday. I'm already picturing it :) :)

[missameliep]

This fic might not be your favorite, but it's probably one of my favorites from these side stories, Noe.

I liked that you took us to Roselyn's childhood, we saw how the political events of the time affected her family making them leave France and go to London, the lack of money and of masculine figures - she lost the father and misses the brother... It was really interesting to wonder who Roselyn was besides Ernest Sinclaire's cheating wife and to hear her side of the story, even if it's not a pretty one.

Her mother's role was crucial in the choices she made, but when her insatiable thirst for money and power brought her downfall, the woman abandoned her and it was so sad to imagine how she felt. I also liked that Marianna was there, even if only for a moment offering a bit of comfort and advice.

I definitely enjoyed reading this one. Thanks for sharing it, my dear friend!

The Other Woman

Author’s Notes 

Aaaand we’re back on TCH stuff!! This story is not my favourite, but it’s been fun to explore. As I said in the fic, I am not justifying Roselyn’s behaviour, but rather looking for a reason on why she acted like that and understand her point of view as a writer. Make it make sense, unlike PB here. 

English is not my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistake I might’ve made. 

If you want to read the whole story, here’s the link! 

I will be publishing stories like these of other characters this week, like Miss Sutton or Edmund, so stay tuned for more! 

Summary: Roselyn tells us her side of the story 

Word Count: 2.9k 

Category: Angst 

Pairing: Roselyn Sinclaire, Ernest Sinclaire, Duke Richards 

Rating: PG-13 

Warnings: Death, grief, adultery, strong language and major death character 

Book: Desire and Decorum 

1796, Paris, France

The young Roselyn D’Ouleur played with her doll, watching as her mother sighed, looking at the family’s books. It was late at night, and the French Revolution was at its peak. What was worse, the prosecution towards nobles was worse than ever and Madame Guillotine was stronger than ever. Though, young Roselyn was suspicious, but her brother Renard was getting even more suspicious.

Suddenly, their father, Henri, came into the house, panting “Quick, we need to pick out the essentials and get into a boat now!”

Pierre, who was eleven, frowned “But Papa, we thought we wouldn’t go until next week!”

“Someone snitched on us and the revolutionaries are on their way here! Odette, quick, pack Rosie’s things and get her dressed, we don’t have much time!”

Continuar lendo

[ernestlysinclaire]

Ernest Sinclaire / Do You Remember?

Request: Ernest and MC moving into Ledford Park together and imagining their future. 

MC’s name is Sadia Mills

“Do you remember when we first met?” It was an intriguing question his love had posed, thought Ernest, posed on the day she was moving into Ledford Park as his wife. He did remember their first encounter very well indeed, because he recalled thinking that he had never quite had met a woman like Lady Sadia Mills. Forward, yet thoughtful, he remembered their conversation had left him at a loss – and he hadn’t known if that was a good or bad thing. It turned out - her hand enveloped in his own, as he led her inside the manor, servants and helpers rushing about to place boxes of items and clothes away into their rightful place - it was a very, very good thing. 

“I do,” he answered, unsure where this was leading, “do you?” 

“Of course,” she scoffed, giving him a sly grin, “I did nearly die. Do you think I would forget, Mr. Sinclaire? Or were you hoping I would?” 

Ah, he thought, she was referring to their initial meeting, the one in which he nearly ran over while riding along a path, “I don’t think you could, Lady Sadia,” he replied with a grin of his own, “you bring it up far too often for you to forget.” 

Mouth wide open in mock disbelief, she finally sighed, “I was asking because I dreamt of you, of us, last night.” 

He tilted his head, he led her into his private drawing room, leaving the door only slightly ajar, “And what about us did you dream?” 

“I dreamt,” she said, “that you had stopped after nearly injuring me,” he suppressed a smile, he would have to spend the rest of his life atoning for that one, and he was perfectly fine with that, if it meant he could spend his life beside you, “and you had spent the afternoon with me and Briar in Grovershire.” 

He smiled, drawing thoughtless patterns in the palm of her hand, “I envy my dream self. If I could have even a minute more with you, I would give anything.”  

She turned to him, “As would I,” she leaned close, her breath again his lips, “but do not envy a dream,” she pressed her lips to his gently, and he could feel her smile, “kisses dream of lips like yours, and no figment could match yours, Ernest.” 

“Sadia,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek, as he met her lips again, and again, until his lips traveled downwards, “and nothing, no dream, no reality, comes close to the one that exists only when I am with you.” 

Her fingers traced over his jawline, pressing a kiss where her finger had just been, “I cannot believe we are finally together. After everything – my entrance into society, my father’s passing, Duke Richards-” he frowned upon hearing that cad’s name, heart flinching remembering their time part, time they could have spent celebrating, but she slowly smiled, “and I just want so desperately to hold onto this feeling. I just fear it’s going to be ripped away.” 

“Sadia, I will never let anyone take you away from me,” his fingers traced her cheek, pulling her close so that their foreheads touched, “never again, as long you promise the same to me.” 

“I promise, my dear husband,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, before his lips began to travel again, “I cannot believe I can finally call you husband,” she admitted, before gasping as he nipped at her jumping pulse, delighting in the ways he could now please his wife. His hands trailed downwards as well, memorizing every curve and divot of her body, as she sighed, “Mr. Sinclaire.”  

“Call me Ernest, my dear, beautiful wife,” he whispered to her, continuing to fill her ears with sweet nothings, as his hands preoccupied themselves with sinful deeds. 

There was a knock, they jumped apart, only a moment to straighten their appearance, as Mr. Marlcaster as well as Mrs. Marlcaster entered. 

“There you two are,” Briar gave you a knowing grin, as Mr. Marlcaster coughed, elbowing his wife, “we wanted to be the first to tell you that all of your things have been properly stored and put away, my lady.” 

“Briar, you don’t have to be so formal,” you chided, rising from beside Ernest, taking her hands, “you are now my sister in relation as well in friendship, are you not?” 

Briar blushed, looking to Mr. Marlcaster for guidance, “She is right, my dear.” “Well, give me some leave,” she mumbled, red coloring her cheeks, “it will take me some time to adjust accordingly.” 

After some conversation, the two left, leaving the newlywed couple finally alone in their home for the first time in too long, Ernest thought, as he shut the bedroom door behind them. 

“Ernest?” 

“Yes, my wife?” he answered, spotting her grin at his reply in the mirror of her vanity, where she now sat,  “what may I do for you, my darling?” 

She seemed to consider it, “This is my first night in Ledford Park, as the lady of the house,” she began. 

“Yes,” he said, strolling over, as his arms wrapped around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “what would you like to do?” 

“I’m sure in a house such as this, there are secret passages or rooms,” her grin grew wider, “I was wondering if you would be so inclined to lead me on an adventure of sorts,” She turned to face him, interlocking their fingers, “will you?” 

“You do know I cannot say no you,” he took her hand, and led her, giggling, from the room. The doors shut softly behind them, as he turned and pressed a finger to his lips, “we mustn’t be loud. The staff will come rushing about if we make even a sound.” 

“I don’t think it’s me that you must worry about, husband,” she said, eyes twinkling with mischief, “now please, lead on.” 

And so he did, leading her forward, enjoying the weight of her hand in his. It was simple really. A simple freedom to hold his wife’s hand wherever he pleased. It was something so simple, yet so precious to him to be able to lay his head on hers, press a chaste kiss to her forehead, and be able to call her his home. He had to admit, since his family passed, Ledford had never been much of a home, more like a duty – one he couldn’t shirk or neglect. But now, he spared a glance at Sadia, he realized home wasn’t a place, but a person. 

Her voice roused him from his reverie, “Where exactly are you taking me, Mr. Sinclaire?” 

“Be patient, my love,” he said, turning to smile at her, spotting her pursed lips and wrinkled nose in mock annoyance, “we’re almost to our first destination.” He pulled her into a room, a small library – books lining the walls, some modest, others rare. She looked around in awe, covering her mouth, before running her fingers over the spines, “I always had wanted a room like this.” 

“I know,” he said, his arms coming to wrap around her waist, “I had some our staff set it up. Mr. and Mrs. Marlcaster saw over the whole thing.” 

“Ernest, I can’t believe-“ she turned and pressed a fervent kiss to his lips, “I love it, I do, but…you should know that all I desire is you, my love. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Ernest lifted her hands to his lips, “And I you, my wife,” before stepping away, “but that is not all.” He pulled on one of the books, Pride and Prejudice, as he thought it fitting. One of the bookshelves gave way, a small crack appearing between the two shelves, and revealing a private room, hidden away from the world, “for when we truly want to be the only two in the world.” 

She stepped slowly toward the room, before taking his hand, and sitting beside him, spotting a larger book on a small shelf inside the room, “And what is this?” His ears burned, and he was sure she spotted the red across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, “That is a family album, for both of our families. I had our family crest embedded in the cover, and collected old pictures, letters, and mementos.” 

She flipped through, chuckling, her eyes glassy, before discovering the back, “There are blank pages.” 

He cleared his throat, placing his hand over her’s, “For our family. Whenever we choose to start it.” 

“Ernest,” 

“The last thing I would want to do is pressure you,” he began, shifting to face her. 

“Ernest-“ 

“And all I want is to be with you, my love. These last few weeks have been trying, with the Duke, the engagement, and the conspiracy. I thought I would lose you, forever-“ 

She finally pressed a kiss to his lips, mouth insistent on stealing his words from him, and he knew she would be successful, as she always was. She could steal everything from him, as long as she did not steal away from him. Her hand still remained, as she parted from him, their breaths in soft pants, “I do want a family with you, Ernest. Of course I do.” 

“Sadia, are you sure?” she pressed a kiss to his forehead, before placing his hands carefully on her stomach. 

“Ernest, do you want a boy or a girl?” she whispered, as if her words were precious, to be carefully heard by him, and only him. 

“I do not care, as long as they are healthy,” he said, meeting her gaze, “but if we do have a child, I would love it if he or she looked like you.” 

“And I would want the child to look like you,” she hummed, moving closer to lay her head on his chest, “I suppose we are at an impasse.” 

“I suppose,” he said in her tone, with a small smile, “all we can do is try, and I know one thing is certain,” he rested his chin on her head, never remembering a moment that he was more content, “I will always remember this moment.”

Tags: @the-writerly-night-owl

[retvenkos]

“your words are enchanting.”

I HOPE YOU ARE READY, BECAUSE BEING THE SISTER OF THE SWEET™ MR. CHAMBERS AND LIKING MR. SINCLAIRE??? THAT HAS TO GO A LITTLE SOMETHING LIKE THIS...

so mr. chambers has always been a favorite of mine

the kindness he possesses???

his formal but warm way of speaking???

his general selflessness???

the world needs more men like mr. chambers.

and as his sister, you definitely have these traits.

which makes you generally liked

however, you are very protective of your brother

which means that you are not afraid to stand up for him

which means among the older crowd you are seen as not having the greatest manners - that temper of yours could get you in trouble

but it means you make good friends with miss parsons

which is the real win here, let’s be real

and you and mr. chambers are close

i headcanon that your parents are dead and so you live with him at your parent’s manor and now he’s in charge of you

the two of you talk while while you try to improve upon your pianoforte skills

and you tease him about his crushes

because yes, you know, you were one of the first to know, tbh

and he will tease you with questions on who you hope will court you

to which you claim to have no idea

but your flustered nature gives you away

and besides, bartholomew chambers would not be your brother if he didn’t know about your obvious crush on the austere ernest sinclaire

and you know that both of you are good with words

which means you both write poetry

mr. chambers writes it for mr. konevi when he meets him, and you help him smooth out transitions in it, although he is already really good

and you write poetry about everything, although mostly you focus on things like the seasons or stars or the moon

you sometimes read it for other people at parties, although you are shy about your skills

but mr. sinclaire loves your poetry, he’s told you so before and whenever you do read, he is there

so you give him some of your poetry, some of the better pieces that you’ve always kept for himself

“you are well read, mr. sinclaire. if you would, please read these poems of mine and tell me if they capture the right sentiment.”

“thank you, miss (y/n).”

and you know that you’re brother won’t let you live it down.

“it’s just poetry, barty!”

“it’s just your life’s work in the hands of a potential suitor, (n/n)!”

“but-- i... mr. sinclaire is a widower - i would never!”

“perhaps not you, (n/n), but i would be careful, other women do not have your qualms and will view your actions as being quite forward.”

and you sigh loudly

“aren’t i allowed to have friends?”

“not in this society.”

and you push him and he laughs

and, of course, because there is talk about your brother’s “...company,” there are plenty of rumors about you as well

and when miss holloway mentions them quite loudly at a party in front of everyone, you give a scathing reply, defending your brother and claiming that her accusations are baseless and crude

and then you storm out, tears in your eyes and bile in your throat

you always hated parties

you’re sitting in the garden, looking up at the stars when you hear someone approach

and you figure it’s your brother, so you don’t pretend that everything is fine, you just keep your gaze skyward, your breathing slowing but still irregular

and then you hear the distinct voice of mr. sinclaire cut through the night, and--

he’s reciting your poetry

and you don’t know what to do

“mr. sinclaire... forgive me for--”

“there’s nothing for you to apologize for.”

and you nod, but you’re still messing with your skirts, trying to make yourself look like anything other than the crying girl you were moments before

“i trust you found my poetry pleasing, then?”

he smiles at that and you can’t help but stare

“yes. you’ve a quite a way with words.”

“well, i’ve always found i can’t stop myself from saying them, so i should, at the very least, master them.”

“yes, well, miss holloway could learn a thing or two from you.”

and you’re quiet at that

“forgive me for being forward, but i would love to have more of your poetry. your words tend to speak my thoughts better than i.”

“there’s nothing for you to apologize for.”

and his chuckle is warm

“and i will be taking a walk tomorrow if you would like to join me. i could find inspiration enough for another poem, i’m sure.”

“i would like that.”

and when mr. sinclaire calls for you that day, you have to shove your brother into his room to get rid of his teasing

but you’re  s m i l i n g

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

[isabeladraws]

for some reason it popped up in my head this image of alba and ernest, enjoying the outdoors of ledford park and edgewater with their four beautiful children and now i guess i need to go draw? 

[moonlightgem7]

As much as I'd like our LI to win the duel tomorrow. I'd actually rather see MC get accidentally shot instead and have all the drama...

[delicrieux]

OCTOBER WRITING CHALLENGE. day 3, word: sururrus. (   a whispering or rustling sound ) request: OK SO no sure if you do this…because I never actually seen you post anythingt related to the fandom, but I did read your Fandom List so…Could you possibly write something for Playchoices? Like D&D? Some Sinclaire fluff? I just really love my gremlin and you are a fantastic author!

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The social season in in full swing; ladies pretend to enjoy the company of old, noble men, while they, in turn, pretend to be as dashingly handsome as they were once they were sharing age with the women they court. It would be an amusing sight, if it had not been a pathetic one. The titles and desire for such titles is nothing but shiny, new armour to hide the dirt and rotten core beneath. You loathe it. You also do not enjoy sharing pleasantries and tea with those who refuse to hold you equal, no matter how much you try.

Afternoon tea with Lady Holloway and the other ladies of court had been unpleasantly interrupted by gentlemen that have nothing better to do. Amongst the goers you had spotted Duke Richards and fled outside without even grabbing a coat to warm yourself. The sky is bleak, cloudy, and heavy with rain; wind whispers in tree leaves a lazy October song. London is chilly. Back home, there would not be a cloud in the sky; the remnants of summer would last in patches of flowers and bees buzzing about.

“Lady (Name)?” Your name leaves the back of his throat in a tone of surprise. You turn on your heel, feel your skin heat from the biting cold and sudden embarrassment. Mister Sinclaire has the most beautiful eyes and you really only noticed when the sky darkened, the whole world seeped in a pale hue. They are strikingly blue, lovely. The way he gazes at you makes your heart skip a beat with happiness. Though it is short lived. His expression shifts to that of an irate one, “Do you wish to go down with the fever?” He muses, unbuttoning his coat.

“Oh! No, I, I simply ran as soon as I saw Duke R—“ Your sentence is cut short when he very promptly throws his coat over your shoulders. The fabric is scratchy, woollen; it warms your numb skin, douses it in his cologne. You breathe it in along with cool October air, “Thank you, Mister Sinclaire.” Your voice is somewhat rasp as you admit.

“The Duke is here?” His attention moves to the Manor, seemingly to catch the sight of that man shimmering behind the glass, perhaps frantically searching for the Edgewater heir. The thought of you and Duke even sharing a room repulses him. He takes your hand into his, seemingly an unconscious action as he refuses to look away from the looming Manor, “Then we shall find a place elsewhere.” He finally looks at you, pierces you with his gaze, “If that is alright with you, Lady (Name).” He finishes uncertain, awaiting your answer as if it were judgement day.

A smile blooms on your lips, “I would not want to be with anyone but.” Your fingers twine with his, an action that is as bold as it is loving. Mister Sinclaire stills. “Shall we?”

“Lead the way and I shall follow.”

“Anywhere?”

He gives you a shy smile; he brings your hand to his lips, plants a soft kiss on the crown of your knuckles, “Anywhere.” He says, “As long as you are with me.” He adds, more to himself, quieter. You almost do not hear it over the rustling of trees.

requests are open!

[marywitchjane]

WHERE IS MY GREMLIN

GIMME MY BOI Back

Ernest :

[slytherincursebreaker]

I miss Sinclaire and I might have watch alot of regency movies and shows also still waiting for season 2 of the bridgerton.

Also I imagine this is the first time Ernest held his newborn son, he suffered enough like enough already

No regrets

[rosesnink]

I can't with these regency horny bunnies like––

They banged 3 times now

Three. Times.

[ernestlysinclaire]

Could you do a Ernest x mc fanfic of her moving into Ledford (he shows her the secret passages and rooms) and them talking about their future children? Their names what they imagine they'd be like?

This is being posted today at 3 PM EST! 

I’m excited! My first Ernest fic! 

[stanathanxoox]

Choices November Challenge - Day 26

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Thanks to the amazing @choicesnovemberchallenge​ for the prompt

Day 26: Growth – Ernest Sinclaire x MC

As you walked through the gardens surrounding Edgewater estate, you can't help but marvel at the way your life had turned out in the end. You had everything you wished for, a loving husband, a brother who you were slowly building bridges with and making amends, a step-brother who never once turned his back on you and a group of friends who you absolutely adored, and adopted son Percival whom you absolutely treasured. But as you make your way through the gardens your reminded of the fact that all of this wasn't your ending, as a matter of fact it had been your beginning. Being married to Ernest was the most amazing thing, you loved him dearly and he treasured the very air you breathed and you were about to surprise him with the best of news. As you near the edge of the gardens you can hear Ernest and Percy's laughter as the two of them play, and when you round the final hedge you can't help but smile at the scene playing out before you.

"Father, I can not believe that you let that one count" he says and you chuckle as Ernest shrugs his shoulders and says

"Now now Percival, you need not be grumpy with the fact that I actually hit the ball right and got it through the hoop" you can't help but chuckle at the argument father and son are having, both of them turn to look at you and when they see you standing there, Percival drops his croquet bat and races towards you whilst Ernest stands and stares, a happy glint in his eyes and that charming smile on his face.

"Mother!" Percival shouts as he rushes towards you and he throws his arms around you, you reach down and wrap your arms around his small frame

"It is so good to see you Percy, oh how I missed you whilst I was in London" you say and he leans up to place a kiss on your cheek before he whispers

"Father and I both missed you too" you smile before you look over at your husband who is watching you intently. You send him a grin before asking Percival to give the two of you a couple of minutes alone in the garden, suddenly as if out of nowhere, your brothers come out of nowhere and resume the game with their nephew.

You make your way over to Ernest and lace your fingers through his as you whisper

"Would you accompany for a walk through the gardens?". Ernest looks up at you and nods his head, he links his arm through yours as the two of you make your way through the gardens. The walk is silent for a couple of minutes before you find yourselves in the middle of the gardens, you look out at the beautiful rose bushes as you try and stop the butterflies from taking up permanent residence in your stomach.

"My dove, what is it?" Ernest asks as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder as you let out a small sigh, turning in his arms to face him, your eyes meet the pools of blue you adore so very much and you whisper

"I saw the doctor whilst I was in London" as soon as those words have left your mouth, Ernest pulls you close as he whispers

"Are you sick? Is something the matter?" You shake your head,

"No! At least not in the way you think. See, whilst I was there the doctor told me that our family is growing..." and Enrest cuts you off as he says

"Yes, Percival is getting quite big n-"

"That's not what I meant. Just please Ernest wait for me to finish" you say and he nods, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips before he gives a slight nod of the head and says

"Ernest, the doctor told me that our family is growing because he believes that I am with child. I'm pregnant Ernest, we're going to have a baby" you say excitedly and Ernest stands in shock, rooted to the spot for what feels like an eternity. Your almost worried about him when he doesn't move for almost 10 minutes but it's like something inside his head finally clicks and he's immediately reacting, happier than you've ever seen him before. He rests his hands on your slight bump and can't help but smile as he gazes into your eyes

"Our baby. Our very own little creation" he says and you nod

"Yes, and a new addition means our little family of three is going to be four very soon" you say and his smile widens, stretching across his cheeks as he wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the ground and spinning you round.

"I love you my dearest dove, my Y/N" he whispers as he places you back on the geound

"I love you too Ernest" you say before you tilt your head up to place a kiss on his lips.

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[opiario]

May I request some quotes about strength? Thank you in advance!

“That strength, mother: dug out. Hammered, chained, blacked, cracked, weeping, sweeping, tossed on its groans, hammered, hammering snouts off death. Bolted and damming, dolloped and biting. Knife. Unbloodable on grindbones that strength, mother, stopped.”

— Anne Carson, “That Strength,” in Decreation: Poetry, Essays, Opera

“Life is made of so many moments that mean nothing. Then one day, a single moment comes along to define every second that comes after. Such moments are tests of courage, of strength.”

— Sabaa Tahir, An Ember in the Ashes

“Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places.”

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

“Temper us in fire, and we grow stronger. When we suffer, we survive.”

— Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Love must not entreat, she added, or demand. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself. Then it ceases merely to be attracted and begins to attract.”

— Hermann Hesse, Demian: Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend

“I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my life more fully, enjoy more, experience more. I want to develop even more original and more unconventional traits”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

“Who wants to die? Everything struggles to live. Look at that tree growing up there out of that grating. It gets no sun, and water only when it rains. It’s growing out of sour earth. And it’s strong because its hard struggle to live is making it strong. My children will be strong that way.”

— Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“She was stronger alone…”

— Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

“If you have a past with which you feel dissatisfied, then forget it, now. Imagine a new story for your life and believe in it. Focus only on moments when you achieved what you desired, and that strength will help you to get what you want.”

— Paulo Coelho, The Fifth Mountain (trans. Clifford E. Landers)

“God surely did not create us, and cause us to live, with the sole end of wishing always to die. I believe, in my heart, we were intended to prize life and enjoy it, so long as we retain it. Existence never was originally meant to be that useless, blank, pale, slow-trailing thing it often becomes to many, and is becoming to me, among the rest.”

— Charlotte Brontë, Shirley

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.”

— Rachel Carson, The Sense of Wonder

“She let the fear burn inside her like fuel, making her voice even stronger.”

— Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“You’ll be all right. You’re strong. I know you’ll be okay because I like you and you can’t like someone who doesn’t like themself. The people I fear for are the ones who I don’t like because they hate themselves so much they won’t let anyone else like them either. But I do like you. I’ll miss you. And I know you’ll be okay.”

— Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis

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Lori's Favorite Fics #6

Hello there! Welcome to the November/December reviews of my favorite fics. I wasn't sure all fics were posted in this period of time. Some of the writers changed blogs/urls and reposted their own stories in a new blog, so I ended up losing a few links in the process. Because of this whole situation, the number of fics during both months decreased. It's also what usually happens during holiday season and when Choices latest book releases suck, which is why I decided to compile everything from the end of 2020 in one single post to make it easier.

Will I finally catch up? I don’t know... but I’m trying. My reading list gets bigger everyday and I'm not even counting the ones in my "marked for later" list at AO3. I’m also thinking about adding fics of other fandoms (LITG, TWC, Bridgerton, etc) here... But that’s an idea for later.

Anyway, let's get to the good stuff:

Desire and Decorum

Cold Flakes, Warm Hearts | MC, Vincent Foredale, Harry Foredale: Unspoken Desires universe is all really cute, but I think this is the sweetest fic @princess-geek has written for this series. As soon as it starts snowing, Beatrice (MC) goes to her father's room in hopes he complies to the tradition of cuddling during snowy days. Luckily, she has one of the greatest dads of Choicesverse and he promptly obliges ❤️

A Dash of Christmas Magic | Hamid x F!OC: I don't think I ever get tired of reading Hamid fics, but @missameliep's stories hold a special place in my heart and this one is no different. Elizabeth (OC) is dreading the idea of spending her first Christmas with her father's family, but Hamid comes up with an idea that will bring a smile to her face (and melt every single reader's heart).

Mornings | Ernest Sinclaire x MC: I stumbled upon this ficlet and I was so captivated by Ernest and Charity's (MC) morning route. What a lovely work, @ethanramseysrookiexox!

Taking Chances | Hamid x F!OC: Imagine a young woman walking around in a ball gown during Halloween, trying to get away from the creeps all these parties attract and ending up having the best time once she meets a dashing young man. Seems like the perfect meet cute of a romcom, right? Now add @missameliep‘s beautiful prose, Hamid and Elizabeth’s (OC) wonderful chemistry, a kiss description that will take your breath away and you’ll be thinking about this fic for days 😍

It Lives Beneath

The Christmas Compromise | Tom Sato x F!MC: Holiday Season prompts are such a fun thing to work with and one of my favorites was couple fighting over Christmas tree decorations. And it's such a joy to see this prompt being used to write Tom x F!MC. They're so dumb and so cute and this is just what I wanted from this prompt! Wonderful job, @kelseaaa!

Mother Of The Year

Double Trouble | Luz Mendez, daugther (Audriana), Thomas Mendez x MC (Amara): MOTY daughter and Luz are child BFF goals. But what happens when these two become step sisters and they decide to decorate the house for Christmas? Read this one shot written by @storyofmychoices to find out! Warning: If you can't handle two adorable young girls decorating the house to make their parents to kiss under a mistletoe, this story will make you squeal.

A Quiet Evening | Levi Schuler x MC: I don't know even where to begin on what to say about this fic... I love domestic fluff. But domestic fluff of Levi Schuler, pregnant Laura (MC) and Lily (daughter) stargazing is a must read if you miss MOTY and Levi because @storyofmychoices outdone herself ❤️

My Two First Loves

Us Against The World | Noah Harris x MC: MTFL had a lot of mistakes, but if there's one thing they did right was creating Noah. What a great character! And this fic written by @pixeljazzy perfectly portrays this bad boy with a big heart helping Krista (MC) find the time away fro her troubled life to think. This is pure high school sweethearts love and I’m here for it.

Open Heart

Holidays Memories | Rafael Aveiro x MC: Finally some good fucking Rafael Aveiro content (because @thequeenchoices​ wrote fluff ❤️). On this adorable one shot inspired by winter season prompts, Rafael is upset to stuck at home and unable to visit his family during the holiday. But Octavia (MC) helps him to find a silver lining during the snowstorm.

The Moments in Between (Part 3) | Rafael Aveiro x F!MC: More Rafael content because it's what I deserve it 😉 This lovely fic written by @curiousconch has three things that I want from any Raf x MC: fluff, love confessions and romantic sex. A.K.A Perfection.

Spread Joy | Bryce Lahela x F!OC: @storyofmychoices made to this list three times and she only has herself to blame 😍 Olivia (OC) is trying to fight tiredness during her rounds when Bryce shows up to bring a smile to her face. Pure sweet fluff is what you get from this story. By the way, this must be the third Bryce x MC fic I read and, so far, I'm not disappointed at all.

Platinum/Red Carpet Diaries

Hopeless | M!Raleigh Carrera x MC: Time for angst! Raleigh and Cadence broke up months ago, but neither of them forgot each other. Candace is ready to move on, regardless of her feelings for her ex. Raleigh, on the other hand, doesn't take the news about her engagement to Matt Rodriguez so well. @homeformyheart​'s description of Raleigh's feelings are so on point it's hard not wish he just ruins Cadence's engagement and take her away with him. (And this is coming from a Matt Rodriguez stan!)

The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Good Boy | Maxwell Beaumont x MC: Keeping up my "trying to read different fics/pairings", I found this Maxwell x MC + corgi fic and it's absolutely delightful. @phoenixfox56​ describes a sequence of fluff scenes of Chance enjoying the presence of his pet parents so well and all I have to say is we need more couple + pets fics like this one, people!

Fingers crossed I’ll post another review soon!

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Transcript + full dialogue under the cut.

C: Oh! I remember you!

Nobleman: And yet, I cannot say the same of you.

D: Clara, allow me to introduce Mr. Ernest Sinclaire, master of the nearby Ledford Park. And Mr. Sinclaire, may I present you Miss Clara Mills, my granddaughter?

E: Ah, yes. You must be the Earl’s... natural daughter. He mentioned you would be arriving soon.

C: At long last I can put a name to the face that nearly trampled me in Grovershire.

E: Oh, I remember now. From when I rode through the village...

C: That certainly took you long enough to recall. I see how memorable you found the occasion.

D: The two of you are acquainted?

C: Only in passing, but the encounter remains etched in my mind. How could I forget such a hasty and ill-mannered meeting?

E: Did you ever pause and take into consideration that I had pressing matters to attend to, miss?

C: So ‘pressing’ you could not afford one minute to apologize? 

D: My dear, don’t tease Mr. Sinclaire so. He is one of the most eligible bachelors around... *she then whispers to Clara* And one of the wealthiest landowners around too.

C: No wife, sir? I must admit I’m surprised that a man of your fortune is unwed. But I suppose even wealth and position has its limits. Without a proper sense of charm and decorum, I’d imagine many women would be unwilling to ender into marriage.

E: You would mark my character as such?

C: Heavens, no. I’ve only known you for a short while now. I’m only attempting to shed some light on the situation. I should think your faults would create quite the test for any young lady labeled as your wife.

*they both stare at each other until the Dowager Countess steps in*

D: My dear girl, I just realized you haven’t seen the gardens yet! In fact, Mr. Sinclaire’s grandmother helped me design them years ago. Why don’t you show Miss Mills the gardens, Mr. Sinclaire? With your strong connection to the garden, you would be the perfect guide.

E: Me? But I... It’s not my property.

C: Oh, is that all? I thought you were afraid to know me further, sir.

E: Nonsense. You and I... What I mean is... Ahem. It would be my honor, miss. Would you accompany me in a turn about the gardens?

C: I would love to explore the gardens with you.