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rosesnink · 2 years ago

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The Detective and the Businessman, Chapter Five

Author’s Notes

Two years ago, I started to rewrite some parts of this series, my first series. It has its flaws and all, but it’s Hayley’s story, and I’m glad that I can close this book and finally move on, But worry not. I’m not done with her, as long as neither of you are.

For those who were there when I first released it... thank you. For first putting up with my terrible English, and those who followed me because of her, and everyone who’s been there along the way... thank you. For giving me support these past five years. You’re the best and I love you all. Enjoy the last chapter released of this series.

Summary: Hayley discovers a secret of her husband that she can’t let slide, and someone new takes over her boss’s spot.

Word Count: 1.7k

Category: Angst

Pairing: Ernest Sinclaire x Hayley Parker (F!OC)

Rating: PG-13

Book: Desire and Decorum AU

Hayley had felt quite sick these past weeks. But what was more weird was Ernest’s behaviour. Something had clearly happened, or at least he was hiding something. She could tell he did. She tried to make him spit with the help of lovemaking and bribing, but nothing came. He insisted all was well, but she knew it wasn’t.

One day, she decided that it was over. What she was about to do was wrong, but it had to be done. She went through his secondary phone, and what she saw made her heart break and angry at the same time. He was texting his ex… about whether her child was his or not.

Hayley did not what came over her. All she could think about was the child she had lost. After sending everything to her phone and covering her tracks, she waited for her husband to get out of the shower. When he was dressed and about to kiss her good night, she didn’t know why—nor she planned it—but she smacked him across the face, the look of hurt and betrayal on her face.

Ernest stumbled back, shocked and hurt as well “Hayley? May I know why have you smacked me so suddenly?”

“Don’t play games with me, Sinclaire, I know everything.” She spitted.

“Know what?”

Hayley couldn’t find the right words.

“Know what, Hayley?”

“THAT YOU HAVE A SECRET CHILD WITH YOUR FUCKING EX WHOM YOU TOLD ME YOU HATED.” She screamed, so hard that she even shocked herself.

Ernest at first was shocked. Then, he slumped his body in defeat, sitting on the bed “I understand that you’re angry, but please, please, sit down and let me explain.”

Hayley stood there, arms crossed and the look of interrogation on her face “Oh, you will explain yourself, alright.”

He sighed, explaining everything “As you know, Roselyn and I were university sweethearts. Our dorms were close, and we were close ourselves, though not as close as I am with you.” He could notice her glare of getting to the point “The thing is, I soon discovered her cheating with a family friend and confronted her about it, and she admitted it in tears. I broke up with her on the spot. Days later, she texted me that she needed to tell me something important, but when the time came for her to come, she didn’t show up, and I was too angry to analyse why. Years passed, and a month ago, she came to visit me with something shocking…”

A month ago…

Ernest had been cleaning the kitchen after making himself some pasta before heading to bed, for Hayley had a night shift. As he passed the door, someone knocked on it. He frowned, suddenly alert. Someone knocking on the night was never good news. He opened the door, ready to defend himself… when he saw his ex, Roselyn, and a blond boy of about five years, smiling at him. He looked up at Roselyn and stammered before asking “W-What are you doing in my house at this hour, Roselyn? After all these years?”

“There’s something I need to discuss with you.”

“Are you my Papa?” The boy asked.

To say that he was confused was an understatement. He nevertheless let them in and prepared some cocoa for the kid and tea for Roselyn. When she sent her son to play somewhere, Ernest asked “Why are you here, Roselyn?”

Roselyn swallowed “Well… as you see, I have a son, and… I think it might be yours.”

Ernest choked on his tea, coughing violently before looking widely at his ex “Are you—are you sure?”

“Yes. At first I though it was… his. Then, I remembered that, on the week he had been conceived, I had been with you too and… now I’m not sure.”

Ernest cleared his throat “Roselyn… are you asking me for a paternity test?”

Roselyn bit her lip and nodded, and Ernest put his head on his hands. Many thoughts came to him. His own wife, having just lost their child. Her grief. How he was going to look into her eyes and tell her. He looked at the boy, who was distracted with a book. Could he be his truly? He didn’t know. He was confused, very confused, and didn’t know what to do.

“I know that you are married, and are expecting a child… so, I’m willing to make it a secret until I’m sure. All I’m asking is a small piece of DNA and I’ll do the rest. I don’t even want your money anymore. I just want a father for my son.”

Ernest nodded, dumbfounded, and agreed that they’d meet up at a private and discreet clinic and, when the results came, he’d tell Hayley, no matter the result.

“And now, I’m still waiting, talking with her in case the child is mine… I understand if you’re angry.”

Hayley shook her head “While I was grieving for our child, you were planning to replace them with some… some…” A sob came, and she dropped to her knees. Ernest quickly knelt before her and lifted her chin.

“Never, my love! I was grieving our child as well, and the reason I kept it a secret was so it wouldn’t make any damage. You have to believe me; I was about to tell you. I promise you.”

“I don’t even know what to believe anymore.” She declared, picking up a bag and starting to take stuff.

“W-Where are you going in the middle of the night?!”

“My father’s house!” She declared, packing the essentials and slamming the door behind her.

Ernest chased her, but she was quicker and took her motorbike. She roared it so hard, Ernest had to step back, and she left to her father’s house. She could make out him screaming, begging her to come back.

It had been days since Hayley had left to her father’s house, and she still didn’t eat anything, just images reeling on her head. Ernest hugging the boy and calling him son. They playing in the park. Smiling at Roselyn. Holding hands with Roselyn. Their lips almost touching--.

“Hayley!” Her grandmother called, and she shook her head “You’ve barely ate these last days!”

“I’m not hungry.”

Edmund narrowed his eyes “What happened? Did you and Ernest argue?”

She bit her lip. Edmund expressed his condolences and Hayley, sick of being stared at, left the room, not having touched a single toast or drank anything. She needed to clear her head, and tell someone who’d understand what she was going through. She was quick to call Bart and Yusuf and beg them to come and ride with her in Edgewater.

By the afternoon tea, they were already there, a look of concern in their eyes. Hayley simply focused on riding the horse as far from the house as she could. When they reached the middle of the forest, Hayley stopped and nodded. Henrietta wouldn’t eavesdrop here.

“Hayley, what’s going on?” Bart asked, now concerned for her. Yusuf followed suit and Hayley sighed.

“Do you remember his ex, the French one who cheated?”

“Roselyn, yes. Why?”

She scoffed “She got knocked up and the child may be his.”

Yusuf’s mouth was a wide ‘O’, meanwhile Bart commented on smacking his head for it. Several times. Hayley hadn’t cried ever since. Neither she screamed. She just… stood in silence, a painful and eerie silence. Bart was quick to hug her, but she stood there motionless. Yusuf them wondered what it’d be for them both…

Ernest had been notified that Hayley was alright in Edgewater, and that her friends were coming to see what happened. Good, at least she wasn’t alone. Meanwhile, he waited inside the clinic, waiting for the results. He had sent his DNA to them weeks ago, and now it was time. It was the most accurate clinic of all England, and he had come in disguise so no one would recognise him, for Hayley’s sake. The doctor called him and handed him the papers. Roselyn joined him and they both left, not wanting to call more attention.

They went to a cafeteria, where no one would disturb them.

“Is it alright if you read them?”

Ernest nodded “Of course.” He opened… to see it was positive. He looked further, reading everything… “What?!”

“What is it?”

“This isn’t our test, Roselyn.”

Hayley had been called by her old boss, who said it was important and needed her back in London. At last, she could go back to work! She kissed her father goodbye and promised to call daily if she could.

When she arrived at the station, she saw that everything was filled with food, and as if it was someone’s birthday. She looked for her boss, and was surprised to see him in his office without someone important.

The man greeted her and motioned her to sit down with her, and she obliged “How have you been, mija? I trust that you’re better after… well, everything?”

“Yes,” she lied “all is as well as it can be.”

He sighed “As you know, I am an old man, and every day I can do less to do my job properly. That is why, I have decided to retire, and someone have been named in my stead…”

Hayley frowned “And who is that, sir?”

The door opened, and a man in his early fifties, with already white hair and piercing blue eyes came in and greeted her “Ah, the famous Detective Parker! What a pleasure to finally meet you!”

“Hayley,” her boss announced “this is Tristan Richards, your new boss.”

Hayley placed a smile and greeted him “Pleasure to meet you, boss. Would you like me to show you around?”

“I won’t say no to a pretty girl like yourself.”

Her boss laughed “I’m afraid this one’s taken, Richards.”

His smile twitched “Of course she is.”

As she showed him around and introduced him to everybody, her mind drifted back to Ernest. She had asked a friend to follow him around and see how they were doing. As Richards spoke with the crew, she called him and asked “Did you hear anything?”

“Even better, my friend, I have the test on my hands!”

“And?!”

“…It’s negative, Hayley. The kid isn’t his.”

Before Hayley could say anything, she dropped on the floor, suddenly the world went black.

#playchoices fanfiction #desire and decorum #desire and decorum au #the detective and the businessman #tdatb #oc: hayley parker #ernest sinclaire #hayley x ernest #ernest x oc #ernest sinclaire x f!oc #yusuf konevi #bart chambers #tristan richards #fics of the week

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peonyblossom · 2 years ago

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What's a random gay ship of yours? It can be anyone within the app

okay not Choices but still PB are Mia x Katherine and Ezra x Wes !!!! I love them sooooo much

From Desire & Decorum i’m a big fan of mr. chambers and mr. konevi . the lavender marriage between mc and mr. chambers if you romance annabelle is so underrated !!!!

also whatever the fuck mal and tyril have going on? i support it

#answered

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melodyofgraves · 6 years ago

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Keeping company (Chambers x Konevi)

A/N: I started writing this yesterday, after finally playing the latest chapter of D&D. I was so happy I got to see my regency bestie and his man in this one that this fic happened. I’m sorry if it feels kinda all over the place. I don’t feel that great today so editing this wasn’t the best.

Words: 1105

Summary: Mr Chambers visits Mr Konevi during his stay at Edgewater.

Tags: @hellospunkiebrewster @queerchoicesblog @brightpinkpeppercorn

„Good morning, sir.” said cheerfully Mr Chambers upon entering the room. Mr Konevi looked up from the pile of papers that were occupying his attention since the break of dawn.

„Good morning, indeed.” He raised a brow as Bartholomew shut the door behind himself. „What brings you here this early, sir?”

„Oh, since I’m staying at Edgewater for a while, I thought I’d take this opportunity to keep my favourite barrister company.” He winked.

„I’m sorry, Bart, you know I’d want nothing more. But these papers are already giving me a migraine and …”

„Well, what would you say to a message, then?” Bartholomew walked up behind the chair, turning his head a little to kiss Yusuf’s temple.

„Bart, you know we can’t…”

„Hush… I just want to help you with all that stress.” he moved his hands onto Yusuf’s shoulders and started to move fingers over them, pressing the muscles gently yet firmly, trying to get rid of all the knots and tension there. The barrister sighed happily, leaning into the touch.

„Your help is certainly most appreciated. But what if someone walks in on us. Again.”

„Poor Mr Marlcaster looked so traumatized, didn’t he?.” Bartholomew laughed nervously at the recent memory. „Though we were in a far more compromising situation.” He leaned down, still continuing the massage, planting a kiss on Mr Konevi’s cheek and letting out a soft chuckle at the familiar feeling of the beard tickling his face lightly. „However, you have to admit he seemed genuinely happy for us once the initial shock disappeared. And he made a promise to keep our secret to himself.”

„And you have to admit we were lucky it was only Mr Marlcaster. Since people here apparently don’t knock, imagine if it was his mother. Or even worse.”

„Speaking of Duke Richards. How are liking his gracious presence at the estate?” Yusuf only groaned in annoyance at the mention of that name. “ By your reaction, I’m guessing he’s been his usual charming self.”

“Worse.”

Bartholomew leaned over his shoulder, concerned, and put a hand on his lover’s cheek, turning his face to look him in the eyes. „Did he threaten you, dear?”

„Oh, it’s nothing to worry about. Most of the times he just acts as if I’m not in the room. Other than that our brief interactions consist of him either questioning my competence as a foreign barrister or treating me like a footman. Just yesterday, after dinner, he asked me to fetch him a drink. Can you imagine?”

„Believe me, dear, I can. Duke Richards has always been… how to put it mildly?”

„An old, arrogant prick? A swag-bellied, disgusting lecher? Oh, a bloody poor excuse of a man?”

„Yes.”

„Which one?”

„All of them. And whatever else you can think of.” They both smiled at each other. „And that’s why I need to get back to work now, Bart.” The barrister picked up one of the papers from the desk, focusing his attention back on his previous task.

Bartholomew took a look at the tiny print covering the page.

„Are you searching for the solution to this whole engagement problem again?”

„I am. Lady Lucy has been nothing but kind to both of us, the only way I can repay her is to prevent her from marrying that repulsive monster. Though I’m afraid his current position amongst the gentry will not make it easy.”

„I’m sure we will find a way. After all, it seems Lady Lucy has quite a team on her side. But it certainly won’t help her if the brilliant, diligent and, dare I say, incredibly handsome barrister she employed, burns out from overworking himself.” Bart pointed out, wrapping Yusuf in a tight hug from behind.

„Slacking off isn’t going to help her either,” muttered Mr Konevi.

„Well, lucky for you, I know another way how to make you relax.” Mr Chambers pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck while his hands travelled to loosen up barrister’s cravat.

„Bart!” Yusuf gasped, both from shock and the feeling of Bartholomew’s lips moving further down his neck. „Somebody might walk in and…”

„I wouldn’t worry about it. From what I’ve seen the only person currently in this part of the estate is Mr Marlcaster. And he already saw me heading to see you here so I'm sure he won't bother us.”

„But what if…” Yusuf was trying to think rationally but his partner didn’t make it easy.

„Hush. Stop thinking about it and just relax.” Mr Chambers walked around the chair so he was standing in front of the barrister, before capturing his lips in a heated kiss. In the meantime, his fingers started working on the buttons of the man’s shirt, gliding over the now exposed chest. Soon they travelled lower, to the fall of the pants, while Bart’s lips took their previous place, kissing the warm skin.

All of Mr Konevi’s doubts seemed to fully disappear as he was just letting out pleased sighs and moans from his partner’s actions.

Everything seemed perfect before they heard the sound of heavy steps in the hallway, heading their way.

Both men looked at each other in horror, Bart quickly getting up from the floor while Yusuf worked hurriedly on making himself more presentable.

The steps got louder, getting closer and closer to the door, causing the couple to panic even more.

„Oh, um, Your Grace! There’s an urgent matter I need to discuss with you.” Mr Marlcaster’s voice seemed to interrupt the Duke from his previous destination.

„What is it now? Don’t you see I’m a very busy man?”

„Since when?” Mr Konevi muttered under his breath and Bartholomew despite his fear, let out a soft chuckle.

„Well, umm, I was hearing lately that Karlington is on a brink of ruin. Some people have been saying that its greatness is nothing but a lie and…”

„Who said such things?! I demand the names of those gossipmongers. Come, Mr Marlcaster, I will explain to you how wrong they were.” The steps seemed to go away from the door. „You see, Karlington is the grandest part of the whole of England, as it's full of…”

Both Bartholomew and Yusuf could breathe again. The looked at his lover with a raised brow.

„I wouldn’t worry about it, huh?”

Later that day, when Mr Chambers encountered Mr Marlcaster in the parlour, he smiled at him with gratitude.

„Thank you for your help, sir. Know that I am forever in your debt,” he whispered.

„Oh, you have no idea,” replied Edmund, his head pounding after nearly two hours of listening to duke’s rambling.

#let me know if i should add any tags #because that things still confuse me #mr chambers #mr konevi #desire and decorum #chanevi #chambers x konevi #konevi x chambers #choices fic #im still on a break btw #also i suck at summaries

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pixelsbichoice · 6 years ago

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This is the worst kind of pay to gay! 😫😢

#playchoices #desire and decorum #konevi x chambers #mr konevi #mr chambers #it's not fair!#the one gay couple in this god forsaken land of hets

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beckettharington · 6 years ago

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so like, is choices’ new thing to introduce a charming gay couple for representation points then force ya to pay diamonds to keep them together?fantastic...... :/ :/ :/

#my posts #konevi x chambers #argo x corvus #playchoices

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missameliep · 3 years ago

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Meet me under the Mistletoe - Mr. Sinclaire x MC

Book: Desire and Decorum

Pairing: Mr. Sinclaire x MC (Lady Clara)

Rating: Teen and up (kissing, general holiday fluff)

Word count: ~3.500 words

Summary: Christmas is a time of joy and beauty. A time to be surrounded by loved ones, sharing with them old and new traditions. This afternoon, Mr. Sinclaire has one particular tradition in mind...

Characters: Mr. Sinclaire, Lady Clara (MC), Miss Beauregard (OC), Beatrice Sinclaire (OC), Vincent Sinclaire (OC), Prince Hamid, Mr. Konevi, Mr. Chambers.

Notes:

* English is not my first language;

* All characters belong to PixelBerry, except the OCs;

* My dear friend @princess-geek, this fic I dedicate to you. This is an early Christmas gift and a way to thank you for your kindness and support. Merry Christmas, Débora! I hope you enjoy it and that this silly story can make you smile 🎁🎄

* This is my submission to @choicesficwriterscreations Fics of the week and my late submission to @choicesdecemberchallenge2021 - Day 20: Holiday Traditions | Celebrate.

Christmas is a time of joy, beauty, and meaningful traditions. A time to be surrounded by loved ones. A time for friendly meetings with games and music, the pleasantest meals and brew by the hearth.

Rumour has it that ever since Ledford Park was rebuilt, the most festive gatherings with the merriest companions were held there by the Sinclaires. However, they are famed for being equally as festive as exclusive.

To be invited to the celebrations was a privilege few had, a motive that stirred envy and gossip amongst the ton at London and beyond. Not that Mr. Sinclaire and his wife, Lady Clara, the Countess of Edgewater, paid any attention to this, rather focusing their minds and efforts in more relevant matters, like the perfect gift for every loved one who spends the holiday with them or new elaborated plans to steal time alone, considering the very busy weeks with soirees that last until the last guest goes to bed and started in the earliest hours of the mornings to dedicate time to their children.

Therefore, every year, not even the worst weather or icy roads would prevent the coaches from arriving at the estate.

The current year was no exception. In spite of the rain or snow that fell in the mornings and the freezing winds from the North, a succession of guests arrived at Ledford Park; some to spend but a few days at the manor, some not expected to leave before January is upon them; some coming all the way from London, like Mr. Chambers and Mr. Konevi, some from much closer, like the Harpers and the Parsons; some boldly, some shyly, some gracefully, some bearing many gifts, some not as much, but all of them in the greatest and jolliest of spirits to celebrate the holiday and its old-age traditions, but also the fresh ones made-up by the family as the years went by.

This year, the first ones to arrive were Prince Hamid and his wife Elizabeth, the eldest daughter of Admiral Caldwell, who was brought in yesterday with extreme care due to the blessing inside her enlarged belly. Other coaches came in and out of the drive ever since. Each new visitor received with joy and excitement, especially by the youngest children of the hosts, Beatrice and Vincent, who anticipated the many games and gifts.

To Miss Beauregard, the stern French preceptress who attends to the instruction of Beatrice and little Vincent, however, the agitation was observed with dread. In an armchair close to the window, sipping her tea, she mourns the lost quietness. The silence in the hallways was gradually replaced by conversations and laughter and every new visitor makes it almost impossible to maintain rules and propriety. The children, it seems, wish only to run wildly, and misbehave, specially under the influence of the Ottoman Prince who is friends with Mr. and Mrs. Sinclaire. The man engrosses the infants in all sorts of dangerous and loud games. Not even Percival, a perfectly well raised youngling who is first in his class at Eton College, resists the call to the shenanigans.

A loud bang from a door followed by a fit of giggles and the cup of tea in her hand was almost dropped to the floor. The clicking of shoe soles resonates, and her attention shifts to the door ajar.

“Ces enfants terribles!” she muttered under her breath.

At this hour, Beatrice should be with her mother at the drawing room, performing to the ladies the newest songs she was taught, and most definitely not trotting around like an untamed mare. The cup returns to its place at the saucer, and the woman marches with determination. A determination to put a stop to this absurdity. No more transgressions on her watch, only perfectly well-behaved children or else what shall the guests think about her abilities as a preceptress?

Trying to impose her entire 5’ feet on the way of the runners, she stretches her arms like the crucified Christ to block the passage but covers not even half of the distance that separate the walls. Less than a minute Miss Beauregard stands immobile like a statue until the runners turn the corner and become visible. Her eyes widened at the sight and her chin nearly dropped to the floor when realization dawned on her. The person who faced her was not Beatrice, not even her older brother Percival, but her father.

Apparently, the prim and proper master of Ledford Park himself is the one running around and laughing. And he is not alone. Looking as dishevelled as her husband, Lady Clara follows close behind, one hand clasped in his, and the other holding the hems of her skirts up, exposing her ankles.

The unexpected sight of the middle-aged woman, astounded Mr. Sinclaire, who stopped abruptly, causing his wife to bump into his back.

“Ouch!” Lady Clara cried, then asked what had gotten into him to stop all of a sudden.

Whispered words exchanged between the couple, and Mr. Sinclaire gentlemanly greets Miss Beauregard. His words come out more winded than intended; his cheeks are visibly reddened and his skin glistens with the exercise.

Speechless, the preceptress returns the greeting, unable to hide her surprise. No explanation is given whatsoever, and any sensible woman like herself would never demand one from the master of the house. The woman moves around her husband, fingers tucking strands of hair behind her ears, a cheeky smile that rounded the flushed cheeks, gazing at Miss Beauregard who probably is wondering which is the proper etiquette to adopt in this very situation.

Lady Clara settles on an amiable, almost informal tone.

“Now, if you excuse us, Miss Beauregard, we must take our leave.” The other woman moves out of the way, and Lady Clara adds in a conspiratorial tone, “I beg you, please, do not tell a soul you saw us.”

She nods in agreement and watches astonished the master and mistress of the house sprint again.

At the end of the corridor, the couple turns around the corner and stop to survey their surroundings.

“Are we setting a bad example for our children?” Mr. Sinclaire whispered the worrisome question that troubled his mind.

“Only if we lose, darling,” Lady Clara answered over her shoulder with a smile. “Where should we go next? I believe Miss Parsons might be hiding at the dinning room.”

“If we reach the foyer, we can find a better shelter at the library. I am quite certain none of our guests has made that far...”

“Then lets away, my darling,” she whispered back and offered her hand, which he gladly took in his.

- Twenty minutes earlier at the drawing room -

The rain, falling heavily since the earliest hours of the morning, trapped the family and visitors inside and changed the plans for the entire day. However, the impromptu game of hide-and-seek turned out to be the ideal activity to amuse children and adults alike. Although, judging by the excitement in Lady Clara’s voice and the eagerness in which Mr. Sinclaire politely refused to partner with Beatrice when asked, might make one consider the hosts were more enthusiastic with the competition than anyone else.

A new set of rules was stablished after the first round and the pudding incident. For instance, only the ground level of the house constitutes fair territory for hideaways, and under no circumstance children would be allowed to go outside. After a few more deliberations it was decided there would be two competitors per round, and the one who finds more people in hiding would be declared the winner and rewarded with a box of candies brought from Paris. Percival volunteered to compete, and Beatrice wished to go against him. The entire room, however, debated if a six-year-old girl should compete against a twelve-year-old boy, and therefore the majority suggested she would need a partner to counter the odds. Their parents agreed upon it being unfair to team against their own kin and suggested someone else should assist Beatrice.

At one corner of the room, Miss Annabelle Parsons confided Mrs. Caldwell the probable motivation behind their refusal and both giggled.

Mr. Sinclaire and Lady Clara were not the only ones with ulterior reasons to participate in the dispute. Despite loving sweets, the prize was the least important reason to motivate Beatrice. Turned out the younger sibling wished to prove herself as talented as the older brother in the art of following clues and finding the most elusive adults.

Hearts thumping furiously, Mr. Sinclaire and Lady Clara rushed past a few closed doors, trying to keep it quiet. Relieved they breathed when they reached the foyer.

The imposing Christmas tree with colourful ornaments hanging from its branches, including the one from their very first holiday together at Edgewater, and the others painted with their children in the following years, occupied most of the space closer to the stairs. And fortunately no one was around.

Before they reached the other wing of the manor, however, a door clicked open. Lady Clara stopped, and Mr. Sinclaire turned around to look at her.

“Is there something wrong, love?”

One hand went to his lips to shush him, and the other pushed him back by the chest. Soon, both were circling the tree. In their rush, a few ornaments dangled, and a tiny brass bell chimed softly. Lady Clara prayed it went unheard, as they huddled together. Thankfully, the coordinated colour of their outfits in dark green deemed then almost invisible in the shadows underneath the stair.

Steps neared, and fingers were raised to each other lips. Perhaps that would be it, the moment they would be found and escorted back to the drawing room. Lady Clara sighed, then hugged her husband and raised her stare to his eyes. Smiling at each other, Mr. Sinclaire wondered if he would ever tire of Lady Clara’s green eyes filled with adoration and mischief. The attention flushed her cheeks, and it took all her strength to remind her body where her focus should be.

“I cannot believe Percival found us this quickly!” Mr. Chambers cried.

“I can. Unfortunately, two-year-olds are not the quietest partners to play hide-and-seek, my dear,” Mr. Konevi said and patted his shoulder to ease his disappointment. “Despite how incredibly adorable they might be.”

Affectionately, Mr. Chambers carried little Vincent in his arms, while the toddler played the rattle at the rhythm of the carolling he was humming, ignoring the conversation of the adults. The little boy asked to go outside and play, which was politely forbidden. However, Vincent was not convinced, and his insistence forced Mr. Konevi to use the best of his negotiation skills to reach an understanding that pleased both parts.

Wordlessly, Mr. Sinclaire and Lady Clara shared amused looks at the humorous exchanges until the offer of an early Christmas gift finally convinced Vincent to return to the drawing room with them to sit by the fireplace. However, not even two steps they took in that direction and other voices joined theirs.

The men greeted Prince Hamid and Beatrice and shared with them the last news about the game.

“Only three left,” Prince Hamid concluded, referring to Miss Parsons, Mr. Sinclaire and Lady Clara. “We must hurry then.”

Quiet footsteps neared the tree, and Lady Clara held her breath. From the secluded hiding spot, she saw the back of the man’s silk kaftan and caught a glimpse of Beatrice’s red velvet dress.

“Where can they be?” Beatrice asked, impatience etched in her tone. “We searched every room!”

“We shall find them,” Prince Hamid answered in his usual tender accented voice.

“Before Percival?” she insisted.

“Before Percival. I assure you, dearest one.”

“Good. I wish to win this time, Uncle Hamid.”

Beatrice was no longer the little girl who would believe she could beat her father at chess or outrun her older brother in the fields that separate Ledford Park and Edgewater. She would celebrate her seventh birthday the following year and her cleverness, wild spirit, and witty reminded Lady Clare of her own. Her mother’s competitiveness was passed on to her and often Mrs. Daly and Briar have compared the two and point out their matching stubbornness, urging Lady Clara’s protests, since she clearly prefers to name it perseverance or maybe strong-will.

Flashing one of his brightest smiles, Prince Hamid promised Beatrice they would be victorious.

Prince Hamid’s countless tales, his ability to skilfully compose nursery rhymes to fit Beatrice’s sophisticated tastes and eagerness for complex and philosophical themes, like the reasons the sky changes its colours rather frequently, and his playfulness that almost matched hers, earned him the place of Beatrice’s favourite uncle. Nonetheless, on every occasion she was asked about the matter, with a mischievous smile and exercising the charming tone learned from the Ottoman prince, Beatrice would deny such an untrue assertion and assure her affections were evenly shared between all her uncles and aunts, either related by blood or by love, and she could never pick a favourite one.

In reply, the girl took his hand and they sprinted towards the hallway, her braids swaying from side to side.

Lady Clara peeked, then indicated it was safe to come out. Mr. Sinclaire, however, remained behind the tree for a moment longer. A pensive look frowning his eyebrows.

“Pray tell me, Mr. Sinclaire, what is on your mind?”

“Should we reveal ourselves and help Beatrice?”

“Oh, no!” Lady Clara hushed and leaned closer to speak. “Your daughter wishes to win it fairly. She shall take offense…”

“You believe so?”

“I know so. Her competitiveness, she took it after me,” she added with a light-hearted chuckle. “And we take games very seriously.”

“It makes sense. I still remember the first time we competed against each other at the garden party…”

A wistful smile curled her lips, and the memories flooded her mind. She shall never forget what she deemed surprise in his eyes, when she beaten him at the game of skittles. Another debutante would have lost on purpose or perhaps even faked an injury to have the gentleman’s attention, but she would never do any of that.

“You expected me to lose on purpose, did you not?”

“Perhaps.” Smirking, he stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “However, if you did, you would not have proved me wrong another time.”

Lady Clara’s strength of character and remarkable resilience were amongst the qualities Mr. Sinclaire admired. Her greatness shone, despite the opinions of some of the peers who focused exclusively on what she missed: the legitimate birth, the strict education, and good manners of other noble daughters. He, however, saw the abundant virtues and good heart. Therefore, one of the few things in life he was not ashamed to admit was this: he took great pride in having someone like herself as his companion and felt most fortunate that she has chosen him to spend a lifetime together despite every obstacle presented in their path.

“Trust me when I say this: do not underestimate your daughter, my love.”

“I would never. Beatrice is her mother’s daughter after all.”

“Remove your shoes,” she suggested already bending to take hers off.

The shoes were left behind the tree, and in silence they sneaked their way to the library.

In passing the half-opened doors of the drawing room, clinking of silverware against porcelain and conversations were overheard. Luckily, the party was too immersed in their own businesses to notice their presence. From the pianoforte came a delightful tune and little Vincent was posing a great deal of questions to Mrs. Caldwell about her belly and the future baby. Neither Beatrice nor Percival were nowhere to be seen, certainly engaged in their chase.

A few more meters down the hallway, Mr. Sinclaire opened a heavy door with caution and ushered his wife inside the library.

“Why, I believe finding us shall be challenging now. Let's hope Beatrice is up to the task,” he said, with a proud smile.

Lady Clara agreed with his wishes, but only with her tongue. In fact, she hoped they got bored and gave up on trying to find them.

With her usual grace, she walked towards the middle of the room inspecting the perimeter. All alone at last, she turned to face him with a mischievous smile. The candles that illuminated the room cast a flattering soft glow over her face, highlighting her delicate and handsome features.

“Whatever shall we do to pass the time, my dear husband?” she whispered loudly for him to understand her words. “We might be trapped here for a long while. Should we read?”

“If you wish…”

Hands behind his back, Mr. Sinclaire stood by the door, while she glided past the shelves. Despite not growing up with a room like this or amongst intellectuals, his Clara had an unmatching thirsty for knowledge. On her free time, especially during wintry afternoons, she read numerous of those books and knew by heart the locations of the main tomes and his favourites. Nevertheless, her gaze was not focused on any of them today, and he could be bold to assume reading was not in her plans.

“Or perhaps,” he continued, “there could be some other activity that could be more appealing…”

“Whatever could you mean?” she asked teasingly, fingertips barely grazing the covers of the books. “Perhaps you shall be kind enough to enlighten me with what you had in mind…”

“Perhaps, you could honour tradition and meet me under the mistletoe.”

“Mistletoe?” she echoed. Turning around to face him, her gaze followed his and found the object he referred to: a small twig strategically hanging from the ceiling near his favourite armchair, almost concealed at the back of the room. When did he even bring this in?

The first year she had one hanging in the foyer, he was so flushed whenever she asked to honour tradition, she thought possible he would faint. A fit of giggles escaped her lips before she could cover them. Slowly, she walked to the back of the room, glancing at him over her shoulders, throwing the most coquettish smiles.

“I suspect your suggestion to have me here… all alone… had different purposes, Mr. Sinclaire… and nothing to do with the game whatsoever,” she deduced, while rounding the spot underneath the twig, a finger touching her chin, pretending to consider if she should position herself there or not.

A dozen long strides and his eagerness brought him closer to her in a matter of seconds. In his lungs, the pleasant odours of leather and paper mixed with the delightful scent of rosewater exuding from her hair and body.

“My heart is now, and forevermore, yours, my Clara,” he whispered against her ear; his warm breaths raising all the hair on her body. “Your smile brightens the dullest of my days. A mere glimpse of you and my heart soars, begging me to attend to its dispositions...” His fingertips caressed her bare arms, travelling to her shoulders, and she drew in a deep breath. “Then, yes, I am guilty. I cannot resist the sight of you. I wish to be ever so close and bask in your bright light, in your warmth and –”

Her lips silenced him with a passionate kiss, followed by another invigorated by the intention to make the most of the few moments they could spare. Little did the years to smother the passion and desire one inspire in the other.

“I love you too,” she breathed against his lips. “And not a day goes by without a thought spared to the blessing of being loved by you.”

It was his turn to capture her lips. Trailing down her jaw, his lips reached her neck and she shivered. Pleased, his teeth grazed the soft skin of her neck, and a quiet moan escaped her mouth. Her fingers dug into his hair, the softness of his curls trapped between them, while she pulled his mouth to meet hers. His arms snaked their way around her waist begging her closer, until they hardly could breathe.

So much they were lost in each other, they failed to hear the doorknob turning. The creak when the door opened did not reach their ears either. Only when Beatrice’s squeal echoed in the room, they pulled away and staggered backwards.

Standing in the middle of the room, Prince Hamid, eyes widened and mouth ajar, kept one hand over Beatrice’s eyes despite her protests.

“Why are you covering my eyes, uncle Hamid?” Beatrice cried again, her little hands struggling to remove his. “What is happening?”

“We… hmmm…” Prince Hamid paused, searching for words amidst his own confusion. “We found your parents,” he replied, turning her back to the couple, while he tried to escort Beatrice outside.

Mr. Sinclaire’s hands worked quickly to smooth his hair to look presentable, while Lady Clara’s covered her face and the redness around her lips.

“We did? Then why will you not let me see them?”

“I – It’s a secret.”

“A secret? What sort of secret? Is it a present for me?”

“No – They – They’re… reading,” he said at last, feeling his cheeks warm with the silliness of his own words. However, why else could one tell a six-year-old in a situation like this? Thankfully, he still had years ahead of him to wonder about a proper answer to his future child in case of a similar occurrence.

“Reading?” she echoed confused.

“Yes!” he replied, and the couple’s voices confirmed the information.

Mr. Sinclaire cleared his throat, “Congratulations, my dearest, you found us.”

At last, Prince Hamid removed his hand from her eyes. Her skirt swayed, when she spun to stare at the two, who were sheepishly tottering in their direction. Mortified, her mother used her fan to cover her flushed face.

Cheering at the news, Beatrice jumped up and down. Judging by the child’s enthusiasm, rambling about the possibility of being victorious against her older brother, the three adults assumed the other matter was forgotten.

Once the door closed behind them, however, Beatrice asked, “Which book were you reading?”

Chuckling, Prince Hamid excused himself like a good uncle would. “I must attend to my dearest wife now.” And with that, he left the parents to deal with the predicament. This was not yet his turn.

#desire and decorum #desire & decorum #playchoices #mr. sinclaire #mr. sinclaire x mc #prince hamid #oc: beatrice sinclaire #oc: vincent sinclaire #mr. konevi #mr. chambers #choices fanfic #oc: miss beauregard #desire and decorum fanfic #playchoices fanfic

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alccaddsccup · 4 years ago

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The Proposal (chapter 2)

this is part two of my fic The Proposal

Miss Parsons x Mc

Mr Konevi x Mr Chambers

warnings: smut and some angst

lmk if u would like to be tagged in future desire and decorum fics or have any suggestions for me!

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Mr Konevi sighs as he discards a letter on the desk before him. Mr Chambers rushes over and places his hands on his shoulders “What’s the matter Yusuf? Please tell me it’s good news” Mr Konevi runs a hand over his tired face and squeezes Mr Chambers’ hand briefly

“Another rejection. It seems no one in the whole of London requires my services anymore” Mr Konevi crosses the drawing room to sit on one of the loungers and gazes hopelessly into the fire

“Don’t say it”

“I have to go back” Mr Konevi interrupts “I cannot afford to stay in England for much longer” Mr Chambers kneels before him and grasps his hands tightly

“Please, don’t leave me. I can pay for you to continue living here” Mr Konevi strokes Mr Chambers’ cheek and gazes into his eyes adoringly “You know it’s not that easy. My mother needs the income I provide” Mr Chambers hangs his head in resignation then sits beside Mr Konevi, not daring to let his hands go

“When will you be leaving?”

“The next ship leaves in two days’ time” one hand shoots up to Mr Chambers’ mouth and he lets out a sob before enveloping Mr Konevi in a fierce hug and burying his head in his chest. Mr Konevi strokes Mr Chambers’ head gently “I should only be gone for a few months. Just to see my mother through the winter” Mr Chambers wipes at his eyes and pulls away from Mr Konevi

“Well, I suppose we’d best tell our wives” The pair get up and walk to the parlour where Annabelle is attempting to teach Clara a new dance.

“No! It’s left, together, hop then right, together” Annabelle giggles at Clara, who has yet to master the dance. She holds her hands out to her

“Right, let’s take it from the top again” Annabelle tugs on Clara’s hands slightly stronger than she intended which sends Clara crashing into her. She gazes down to her lover and the pair are just about to kiss when…

“Ahem. Sorry to interrupt ladies” They spring apart and Annabelle smooths out her dress as Clara looks away blushing “We have some rather… unfortunate news to share” It’s then that Clara notices the red circles under Mr Chambers’ eyes

“What’s the matter, sir? You seem rather upset” Mr Chambers looks to Mr Konevi before continuing

“I suppose I am. Mr Konevi must leave for the Ottoman empire, in two days from now”

“But that means-“

“I’ll be going with him” Annabelle’s head begins to spin and she reaches out to Clara who is frozen in shock

“You must forgive me miss, for I could not have foreseen the current state of my employment” Annabelle nods weakly at Mr Konevi before releasing Clara to sit on one of the sofas in the parlour. She fiddles with the ring gifted to her by Clara on their wedding day

“Thank you for letting me know sir. I suppose I had best start packing” the gentlemen bow to the pair and exit the parlour. Shortly after, Clara sits beside Annabelle and takes her hands in her own

“Oh Annabelle, this is all my fault. I never should’ve encouraged you to marry him”

“Nonsense, my love, it was I who made the decision” Clara rests her head on Annabelle’s shoulder and sniffles quietly. Annabelle pulls her closer whilst stroking her hair gently and the pair sit in saddened silence for a few moments. When they finally pull away, Clara notices that Annabelle’s eyes are watery like her own. She stands and holds her hand out

“This won’t do. We cannot sit here wallowing, wasting the precious time we have together” She pulls Annabelle up from where she was sitting, holding her hand tightly

“Come with me and I promise I will ease your sadness” Annabelle smiles weakly at her before letting herself be led through the endless halls of Edgewater. After several twists and turns and a long climb up a staircase, Annabelle realises where she is being led

“You’re taking me to the spire” Clara doesn’t respond until she ascends the final stair

“This is where one of my happiest memories is. I thought we could share in each other’s company before…” she trails off, not wanting to remind Annabelle of her impending trip. Annabelle kisses her cheek

“I think that’s a wonderful idea Clara” They sit themselves by the window and gaze out into the clear night sky. Clara points to a cluster of stars

“Do you remember that constellation?”

“How could I forget? That’s our constellation” Annabelle sighs dejectedly “I wonder what the stars look like in the Ottoman Empire” Clara turns to her and turns Annabelle’s face with her hand

“Hush now Annabelle, you are not there yet. Please allow me to spend an evening in your arms without thinking of your departure” Annabelle’s eyes dart to Clara’ lips before meeting her eyes. She leans closer, until the pair are only centimetres apart

“Very well then my love” She leans in to place a delicate kiss on Clara’s lips but as she goes to pull away, Clara pulls her closer by the waist and catches her lower lip between her teeth. Their tongues swirl together as they explore each other’s mouths. After a few heated seconds, the pair pull apart and rest their foreheads together breathing heavily

“Should we take this further?” Annabelle asks, her words barely a whisper

“Why do you think I took you up here” Clara trails a line of kisses down Annabelle’s neck before placing a smattering of kisses across the curve of her breasts and she sighs in pleasure. Annabelle guides Clara’s mouth back towards her own but suddenly, Clara pulls away from her and stands

“What’s the matter Clara?” she smiles flirtatiously at Annabelle and a gentle warmth spreads across her face

“I thought I might give you a show” As she says this, she begins to unlace her dress painstakingly slowly in front of Annabelle who gazes at her with eager eyes. She reaches her hands out to assist her but Clara steps out of her reach

“Just watch, I promise it will be worth it” Annabelle huffs but complies with Clara’s request and she resumes her performance, now unlacing her corset with practiced ease. Once she is fully undressed, Annabelle drinks in the sight of her; she would never get used to seeing such beauty. Her gaze finally meets Clara’s, and she gazes back with unbridled desire.

“What do you make of me?” Clara trails a hand down the centre of her chest and Annabelle’s eyes follow the movement

“You are just as perfect as the first night we spent together” she stands and pulls Clara to her who immediately begins to undress Annabelle, placing kisses on every inch of exposed skin. When the pair of them are bare, they sink down to the padded bench and lose themselves in the feel of each other’s mouth. Annabelle traces delicate lines across Clara’s breasts and she sighs in delight before gently coaxing Annabelle to recline on the bench and whispering in her ear

“Let me take care of you” As she says this, she trails a hand up Annabelle’s inner thigh, barely ghosting over where she needs her then making small circles with her fingers. A beautifully vivid blush rises up Annabelle’s neck and her eyes widen

“Clara I need you!” Clara begins to trail a fiery line of kisses down her flushed skin until she reaches just below her navel; she stops to meet Annabelle’s eyes, which are dark with desire, before placing a gentle kiss on her centre which encourages a lustful moan from her. Clara swipes her tongue against Annabelle before pushing her tongue further inside and quickening her pace. Annabelle places her hand on Clara’s head and pulls her impossibly closer, rocking her hips all the while, enjoying the pleasurable sensations her lover provides

“Oh, I’m so close” At Annabelle’s exclamation, Clara increases her already relentless pace which pushes Annabelle over the edge only moments after the increase in speed and she lets out a chorus of moans. Clara runs her hands delicately up and down Annabelle’s thighs whilst she recovers from the pleasurable release then crawls up her body to rest her head on her chest

“I shall miss that tongue when I am in the Ottoman Empire” Clara swats at her arm

“Don’t say that”

“What? It’s true, it will be but one of the many things I will miss about you” Clara raises her head to look Annabelle in the eyes

“You cannot miss me yet Annabelle, for you are still here” Annabelle places a sweet kiss upon Clara’s lips before stroking her face and she leans into the tender touch

“I know my love, we shall make the most of every second we have together” Clara, who was satisfied with her response, returns to her reclined position with her head on Annabelle’s chest and one arm draped over her torso. But from this place, she cannot see the silent tears that slip down her lover’s face

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choices #desire and decorum #miss parsons #annabelle parsons #miss parsons x mc #annabelle x mc #mr konevi x mr chambers #mr chambers #choices desire and decorum #choices d&d #annabelle parsons x mc #mr konevi

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scgdoeswhat · 5 years ago

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I'M NOT CRYING.

YOU'RE CRYING.

#desire and decorum #desire & decorum #mr chambers #mr konevi #chanevi #chambers x konevi #playchoices #choices #choices d&d #pixelberry

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monaownsmyass · 4 years ago

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Mr. Chambers x Mr. Konevi

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying /i will ship them in hell

I just love regency gays. They all sound so in love. I love the set up between Mr. Chambers x Mr. Konevi and Miss Parsons x MC too. Wlw/Mlm solidarity at its finest.

#mr chambers x mr konevi #mr chambers #mr konevi #mr chambers d&d #mr konevi d&d #annabelle x mc #annabelle parsons #annabelle d&d #d&d #desire and decorum #choices #choices: stories you play #pb #pixelberry #answered ask #choices ships

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lorirwritesfanfic · 3 years ago

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Chanevi family portrait for @choicesnovchallenge2021 day nine: adoption

(If you heard a squeal in the middle of night, it was probably me while working on this 😅)

#choices edits #bartholomew chambers #yusuf konevi #mr. konevi x mr. chambers #chanevi #choicesnovember2021 #lorircreates

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rosesnink · 4 years ago

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻&𝔻 𝕃𝕀𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕋𝕚𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕤

▷ 𝓜𝓒

Would be the kind of A Bit Of Everything tiktoker: dancing trending songs, comedy, astrology, etc

Her most famous are dancing trending songs and POVs

Has 1.4M of followers

Would make duos when someone makes a video that says "Now that MC is watching" or her fans make fanart of her

Would make Lower A Finger with ALL her friends, Ernest included

Would make videos of “Things Parents Shouldn't Give Their Opinion About” with the audio Mind Ya Business

Would probably answer hate comments with the I Know You're Obsessed With Me + Alors On Danse Remix

Feminist videos because she is that bitch

Her most famous video is walking with Hamid with the Street Game Audio

▷𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓻

Beauty Guru

She'd make POVs with her make-up

Probably make a copycat of badass phrases and speeches of other tiktokers

Also she'd make astrology videoedits like: The signs on September etc

Would probably make videos of baking a cake with Edmund

Would probably have 909.888k followers

Probably videos of annoying the hell out of Ernest, MC and Luke (the funniest ones are Luke and Ernest's reactions)

Rating the places where i've cried

Rating things my bf says during the nasty 👁️👄👁️

Boyfriend Tag!!

How Much Does My Mum Know About Me

BFF Tag!

Giving """"advice"""" to men (ex: if you flirt with me AND my friend we will find out) and Hamid, Luke and Edmund popping out of nowhere nodding, taking notes and even yelling "I KNEW IT!" (Ofc it's comedy)

What I'd wear in [tv show/country/era] ex: In the 50s, in Sydney, Girls Meet World

▷𝓐𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮

She'd make wlw content and even kiss the girl gang with Girl In Red's songs

Small classes of art

Would probably prank the boys lmao

Gay content with Bart and MC, sometimes Briar as a special (and straight) guest

Lesbian humour

Sibling tag, dares with her sisters, specially Cordelia

Sometimes she'd do comedy, especially if it's GUESS WHAT! Gay :D

Her most famous video is the one singing with MC "The Middle", forehead to forehead and singing the song with Gay Syncrony

Would have 2,7M of followers because Let's Go Lesbians Let's Go!!!

▷𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓮

Tiktoks of Animal Comedy (especially horses)

Would show off his cars 😎

Tiktoks of his travels around England

Fighting classes

“Images that kids nowadays wouldn't understand” “Like if you remember these shows”

Would probably do some Different Eras dancing with either Briar or Bart

Rating Cars I have Driven

Storytimes

Would probably have 2.9M of followers because the girls are thirsty for him (who can blame them)

▷𝓗𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓭

Would probably also own an acc with his five sisters called @/osmanoglufamily

Would do tags with his sisters

“what my younger sister eats in a day”/ “Rating my cat's daily activities” / “Things that some girls have told me while making out”

Would probably join MC dancing trend songs because he has great moves

Would do acting duets, especially of MCs POVs, making their fandom scream

“Rating The Cities I've Been”

Trying [insert country]'s sweets and his reaction

Sometimes with MC and doing the Kissing Challenge (for those who don't have TikTok, it's basically the spaghetti kiss)

Would also do the How Much Does My Mum Know About Me

Who's Most Likely To with his 5 sisters featuring Raisa with a big ass bottle, hitting in the head whenever the tag asks "who's most likely to" (ex: who's most likely to spend money in bullshit)

Dancing trending songs with his sisters

Pranking his sisters

Getting in mischief with Annabelle

Laughing at some countries's politics

“Things I Would've Liked To Know At The Age Of 16”

Sometimes he dances shirtless and the girls faint lmao

Does Music Tag with MC, Briar and Annabelle of old songs

Rating My Sisters Through The Day

This guy would annoy his cat and his sisters' lmao

Stereotypes of Muslim Culture + What It Actually Is Like

What he usually does in Muslim Holidays: Eid, Ramadan...

▷𝓔𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽

Doesn't have one lmao.

“Why would I want one? Besides, I am a busy man. My time is valuable”

▷𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽

His first video? The version of “I kissed a boy” and kissing Yusuf, which gets 10M views and 7M likes

Gay humour featuring Annabelle, Yusuf and Briar

Comedy videos

Reacting to homphobes (especially priests) being homophobic

Boyfriend Tag!!

Annoying poor Ernest while working

Would admit he's a bottom with the “Every Inch Of You Is Perfect From The Bottom, bottom, bottom...” and signals himself and so does... The whole squad, really.

Meme boi

Sometimes he'd walk across the streets with """girly""" things and do the Fashion Street Walk

Would have 8M followers because Go Gays

Gay humour

Would do makeup with Briar

Breaking stereotypes

▷𝓨𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓯

Is a I Love Bart Chambers Acc

Lawyer humour tbh

Advices to Law Students

Uni humour

Some comedy in general