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liaromancewriter · 5 months ago

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Favorite Ex

Premise: Ethan runs into an old flame, and it brings some much-needed closure for both of them.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angst. Words: 1,570

A/N: Submission for @choicesmonthlychallengenov2024 prompt day 26: "regret" and @choicesprompts Angstgiving prompt "what could have been"

Ethan Ramsey needed a drink.

The annual National Medical Symposium in Miami, with its focus on cutting-edge medical advancements, had been interesting enough. Still, the obsequious flattery that went hand in hand with his increasingly rare visits to medical conferences got on his nerves. He couldn’t care less about what others wanted from him, but after all these years, he knew how to play the game.

Naveen would joke that with age, he’d gained maturity and wisdom. His wife would just snort and proceed to tease him about getting soft until he took her to bed just to prove her wrong.

She pushed him out of his comfort zone. And for her, he was willing to embrace the unknown.

A few years ago, he hadn’t been so… flexible. He reflected absently, walking into the busy hotel bar and scanning the room for an empty seat.

Or as willing to admit that he needed someone to come home to. Someone who understood him and filled the empty holes in his heart. He couldn’t deny it anymore, not even to himself.

Seeing a patron settle his tab and leave, he rushed to grab the padded bar stool. His shoulders dropped at the thought of sipping smooth whiskey while decompressing by exchanging sexy texts with his wife.

Should’ve insisted she accompany me, Ethan thought wearily, raking one hand through his hair.

He placed his phone on the bar, smiling as he often did at the sight of their wedding picture on the screen. He traced one finger down her laughing face, the photo a reminder of the moment she'd insisted he smile—really smile—for once.

He wondered when he’d become such a sap. Maybe she was right, and he was getting soft in his forties.

“What’ll be, sir?” The bartender asked hurriedly.

“Whiskey, neat.”

Ethan froze at the familiar voice behind him. He hadn’t heard it in years, but he’d know it in a dark room with his eyes closed.

Surprise had him swiveling on the stool to face her. Sparkling green eyes met shocked blue ones.

The years fell away as if no time had passed since that fateful night at Donahue’s when she’d correctly guessed his drink order on her first day as an intern at Boston’s Edenbrook Hospital.

“And don’t be stingy,” Dr. Cassie Valentine said, a smile tugging at her lips. “Judging by the look of him, it’s been a three-finger kind of day.”

“Hello, Dr. Ramsey.”

Ethan opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat, refusing to come. He inclined his head in greeting instead, a poor acknowledgment of the woman who’d been the first to breach through his walls.

The one who’d made him break all his rules and not give a damn about the consequences.

His mind flooded with memories. The quiet intimacy of watching the snow fall outside as they cuddled after making love. The warmth of holding hands on their way to Derry’s for coffee and a stolen moment of peace. The thrill of sneaking glances across the diagnostic team’s office despite their resolve to keep things strictly professional at work.

If it hadn’t been for his temporary but all-consuming love affair with Cassie, would he have even given Joanna a chance?

Ethan hoped the answer was yes. He loved his wife, and it would be an incredible disservice to what they meant to each other for him to believe otherwise.

“Still a man of few words, I see,” Cassie teased as she slid into the empty seat beside him, resting her chin lightly on her hand.

“You know me well,” he said gruffly, swallowing the lump that had lodged in his throat.

“I thought I did,” Cassie cooly inclined her head, but the laughter in her eyes betrayed her. “I still can’t believe you’re here. Remember when we attended this conference when I was an intern?” She giggled. “You hated every minute of it and weren’t exactly shy about saying so.”

Ethan hunched his shoulders. “I wasn’t that bad.”

He had a very different memory of that time. It had nothing to do with the symposium and everything to do with a moonlit balcony and his morals drowning in the heady scent of her perfume.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, you were!”

The bartender returned with his drink, setting the lone glass in front of Ethan. The man looked questioningly at Cassie, but she shook her head.

“Not in the mood?” Ethan asked as he lifted his glass.

“Can’t,” she said, placing one hand on her belly.

Ethan stilled, a mix of complicated emotions he didn’t dare examine too closely surging through him.

Whenever he thought of Cassie, which wasn’t as often now as it had been in those early years, he still saw the resident who worked side by side with him during the day and slept in his bed at night.

The one he’d fallen in love with but could never confess the words to because there was a timer on their relationship. When her residency ended, she’d move on, ready to conquer the medical world with her amazing diagnostics instincts. And he’d be left behind. Again.

So, he’d held back and let the words fade into the ether.

It had been for the best, Ethan reasoned. Her eventual departure hadn’t lessened the hurt, but it had been cleaner.

He hadn’t been looking for love again, but one day, he bumped into a red-haired chef at the farmer’s market, and his life tilted on its axis. Literally, in this case, since he found himself falling to the ground and grabbing her on his way down.

So, he burned his dreams of what couldn’t be and allowed himself to believe in a new and permanent love.

In the last few years, he’d heard of Cassie’s accomplishments; her groundbreaking research, the accolades that followed. The diagnostic medical community was small, after all. He’d felt pride at seeing her star rise, convincing himself that was all it was. Just pride. Nothing more.

Until now.

“Congratulations,” he said softly, the word heavier than it should have been.

He forced a smile, willing himself to ignore the ache that stirred, a reminder of what could never be. He had made peace with it. Or so he thought. Yet here she was, and peace felt like a lie.

“Thanks,” Cassie said with a wistful smile. “I’m still in my first trimester, so we’re keeping it on the DL.”

She tilted her head, her gaze dropping briefly to the wedding ring on his left hand. “You’re married?”

“Yes. Two years next month.”

A silence fell between them—heavy, unfamiliar, and uncomfortably awkward. The rowdy laughter of a group of physicians erupted nearby, breaking through the tension like an unwelcome intrusion.

Cassie glanced toward the noise, her lips twitching into a faint, distracted smile before her gaze returned to him.

Ethan fought to keep his gaze steady, trying and failing to ignore the curve of her lips or the way her stylish blonde hair framed her timeless features. He remembered its softness against his skin as she nestled against him before drifting off to sleep, their hands still touching when they woke the next morning.

Joanna wasn’t into cuddling. She was often too tired after a long night at the restaurant and preferred sleeping on her side, her back to him.

Until this moment, Ethan had forgotten he enjoyed the intimacy of a lover wrapped around him. Cassie had once called him a world-class snuggler, and he’d cherished the title as if he’d won a Nobel Prize.

They had been happy. So, why couldn’t they make it work?

“Are you happy?” she asked eerily, picking up on his ambivalence.

He wanted to say yes. He was happy. Hadn’t he been reflecting on just how much a mere ten minutes ago? So, why was he hesitating?

Shame spiraled through him. He adored Joanna, and he loved their life together.

And yet, a part of him still wondered about the road not taken. Maybe it was time he stopped.

He drew in a long breath. “What happened to us?”

Cassie slid him a guarded look. Her fingers curled and uncurled in her lap.

Ethan didn’t think she’d respond and opened his mouth to take the words back.

“You never asked me to stay.”

He sat back, poleaxed.

“We went from gold rush to cold touch,” Cassie said, sadness clouding her features. “As my residency was ending, I could feel you slowly pulling away from me. And still, I waited for any word from you, something to give me hope that we had a future together.”

Ethan could hardly move, let alone speak at the confession.

“You were my best nights and my worst. I cried myself for weeks after, and then I let us go.”

Cassie slid off the stool and smoothed down her dress. “I’m glad I ran into you. I’ve wanted to say these words to you for the longest time but never had the courage.”

Her eyes softened as she took a step back. “You will always be my favorite ex. Goodbye, Ethan.”

And then she was gone, her scent lingering until that, too, was an ephemeral memory.

“And you will always be mine,” he uttered silently, reaching for the phone and the one he had chosen to be his forevermore.

He and Cassie were finally where they belonged. In the past.

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cariantha · 4 months ago

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Sweet December

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 (post-attack) Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Category: Fluff, Christmas Word count: 1K Summary: Ethan eavesdrops on a conversation between Sawyer and her best friend. A/N: This fic was inspired by this Instagram reel and a little “Caption This” fun with a friend. It was meant to be an angsty fic, but then I listened to Sweet December by Brett Eldridge and Kelly Clarkson and changed directions. Merry Christmas!🎄

Events/Prompts: Participating in Winter Holidays 2024 hosted by @choicesholidays | Cuddling by the fireplace

With plans to spend their day off together, Ethan insisted that Sawyer come to his after her late-night shift at the hospital. The apartment was dark except for the glow of his bedside lamps, drawing attention away from the living room and the surprise he had set up for his girl.

The tactic worked. An exhausted Sawyer entered the quiet apartment well after midnight and headed straight for the bedroom like a moth to the flame. After a quick kiss and a much-needed shower, she draped herself over Ethan’s body like a blanket and passed out within minutes.

It was mid-morning when Sawyer padded into the kitchen, still a little groggy, with her phone pressed to her ear. Finding no evidence of Ethan's morning coffee, she assumed he was still at the gym, which was his usual weekend routine.

“That sounds like so much fun. I’ve always wanted to visit New York during Christmas time…” Sawyer told the person on the other end of the line. “Maybe next year.”

When she put the phone on speaker so she could start the coffee, her best friend’s voice filled the room.

“What about you? Are you going home to Arizona for Christmas?” Christian asked.

“No. I love my family and know they are concerned, but they have been so overbearing that I’ve started dodging their calls,” she confessed.

“Oof.”

“I know,” Sawyer grimaced guiltily, “and I know they mean well, but I just need time to process things on my own. I can’t take any more time off, anyway. I just got back to work and need to catch up on my clinic hours. Besides, I’m looking forward to experiencing a Christmas like in the movies. You know, someplace cold enough that it snows, and you can cozy up by the fire and drink hot chocolate."

“Will you spend Christmas with Ethan, then?”

From the living room, Ethan watched as Sawyer shrugged her shoulders. He’d been listening to their conversation while he lounged in front of the fireplace, waiting for her to turn around and notice him.

"I don't want to assume, but I hope so," Sawyer answered softly, then sighed deeply. "God, Christian, I know it sounds so corny, but when I start feeling all upside down, he turns me right around."

"Awww..."

Ethan continued to watch and listen as she tinkered with the coffee machine.

"We’re both working on Christmas, but a wintery night cuddling by the fire like we had at Dagger Mountain would be amazing. As for anything else, I think Ethan’s more the ‘spirit of Christmas’ type than the ‘holiday spirit’ type. Last year, when I came over to help with Naveen's case, I brought him one of those potted tabletop trees from the hospital gift shop because he didn't have a tree or a wreath or anything. It made me sad for him."

Ethan raised his brows in surprise, then looked to the corner of the room where, the night before, he set a five-foot balsam fir into a tree stand. Boxes of ornaments and garland that the doorman helped carry into the apartment sat on the floor nearby.

Christian chuckled. “You sound like Cindy Lou Who talking about the Grinch. Girl, he's been a bachelor for a long time. Guys don't care about that shit. Sam wouldn't bother either if it weren't for the boys."

"Yeah, I guess you’re right."

A loud pop from the living room made Sawyer jump. She quickly spun around to find Ethan reclined in front of the fireplace. Christian’s voice faded into the background as Sawyer's senses awakened with the warmth of the roaring fire. The smell of fresh pine needles. The twinkling of white lights in the corner. The soft crooning of Bing Crosby’s “Silver Bells.” The taste of creamy chocolate and peppermint from the cup that Ethan walked over and offered her.

“Sawyer? Hellooo… did I lose you?”

Reaching for her phone, she apologized to her friend. “Sorry about that, um, Ethan just surprised me… Can I call you back later?”

“Of course! I should go anyway. I think Sam and the boys are ready to leave for the ice rink.”

“Have fun and send me pics. Love you.”

“Love you, too, babe.”

Sawyer ended the call and set her phone aside. “Hi,” she greeted, standing on her tiptoes.

“Morning,” Ethan answered, bending down to meet her halfway for a tender kiss.

Gesturing to the living room, “What’s all this?”

“Since you're not going home for Christmas, I thought we could celebrate together. Here.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” he confirmed with a peck to her lips.

“I’d love that...” she blushed with embarrassment, “as you probably heard.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked at the glowing tree. “You bought a real tree?”

“Given your family’s Christmas tree business, I knew anything else would be considered sacrilege.”

She smiled up at him. “You remembered that?”

“When it comes to you, I remember everything.”

Pressing herself tighter against him, Sawyer rested her cheek on his chest. “It’s so cozy in here. And look! It’s snowing outside.” Sawyer moved to sit on the sofa, tugging the sleeve of Ethan’s robe to get him to follow. “Come cuddle with me.”

Ethan sat, draping an arm over her shoulder, tucking her into his side. But just as they got comfortable, Ethan moved to stand up.

“Where are you going?”

“I forgot,” he started, “I bought one of those big fluffy blankets you said I needed for cuddling on the couch. It’s in the hall closet.”

Sawyer smiled so big. “You are so sweet sometimes.”

“Sweet?! Uh-oh, my reputation for being a Grinch is in jeopardy.”

Reminded again that he heard every word of her conversation, she scowled at him. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to eavesdrop? You could have cleared your throat or something.”

Ethan winked, letting her know there was nothing to worry about. “Let me grab the blanket.”

“No,” she demanded, catching his hand before he walked away. Lying back, she pulled him down and on top of her. “A blanket’s good, but you’re even better.”

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potionsprefect · 13 days ago

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Intrigue

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 959

Summary: Working from home with two bored teenagers, what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Fluff

The rain battered against the windows, the thunder was loud and the lightening was bright. Luke and Lily Ramsey sat against the window from inside, watching as the dark clouds rolled by.

“So much for the summer holidays.” Luke said.

“It’s only meant to be for a day. But that doesn’t make me any less bored.” Lily huffed.

The start of the summer holidays were meant to be fun but the weather forecast said otherwise. Luke and Lily knew they would have plenty of time to enjoy their holidays and the weather was meant to be better tomorrow but bad weather was always guaranteed to put them in a bad mood.

“Why did Mom and Dad not go into the office?” Luke asked.

“They said they wanted to work on their research papers. Although you would think that the hospital would be crowded with people on a day like this. Bad weather always brings out accidents.”

“I guess when you’ve got that good a reputation you can afford to take some days away from work.”

“What do you think they’re working on? Do you think it’s interesting?” Lily said.

“I don’t think either of us will be able to understand it. Even if it is what we want to do later in life. Maybe for now we should stay clueless.” Luke laughed.

“I want to understand though. Do you remember that first aid course we went on? It was a lot of fun. Not that we’ve had much change to use the skills but imagine us doing what Mom and Dad do.”

Lily got up and headed out the room. Her parents had a dedicated room for all their research books, their achievements and medical books. They could’ve kept them in their home office but there was something calming about walking into the room and refreshing their memories.

“Where are you going?” Luke asked.

“For a walk.” Lily said sarcastically.

“Your sarcasm doesn’t work.” Luke said.

“Well you still asked the stupid question.” Lily rolled her eyes before grabbing the handle and opening the door.

The room was always off limits to the twins when they were kids. Not what she’s there was anything dangerous in there, but because there were so many books in there that it was certain they would get lost. And as kids, they could easily disappear under the sea of books.

That was before the shelves were put in and the chairs were put by the window. Now the room has more light in it and it was a haven. Luke and Lily saw their parents in here often but they hadn’t taken much interest in it until now. Now there was intrigue.

“It’s like a library in here.” Lily said.

“Not surprising given how much work they’ve done over the years.” Luke shrugged.

That seems to be understatement. There was book stacked to the brim, certificates on walls and trophies on the top shelf. Thin papers were also lining the shelves amongst other books of all sizes.

“How many of these do you think they’ve contributed to?” Lily said.

“Probably all of them. Whether it’s just a paragraph or they wrote it themselves.” Luke said picking one out. “There you go. E Ramsey and V Clarke. I bet there’s loads more.”

For the next half an hour, Luke and Lily spent time looking through their parents work. Maybe one day, it would be their name on these papers. Maybe they will have their own room dedicated to papers, books and achievements.

“What’s that at the top?” Lily asked pointing up to the top shelf.

“I don’t know. Looks like some sort of trophy.” Luke replied.

Lily grabbed a chair and stood on it, she couldn’t quite reach it but if she stretched enough she could get her fingertips to it. However, in doing sod she began to lose her balance.

“Watch out!” Lily said.

The books on the shelves tumbled one by one and fell onto the floor, making a loud thud. Several other research papers followed.

The door to the room then opened and Ethan and Victoria were stood there, eyes bewildered.

“What is going on?” Victoria asked.

“Nothing! I promise. We were just looking.” Lily said.

“We can tell.” Ethan said.

“We were bored and we wanted something to do.” Luke said.

“Do you know how long it took us to organise this? It wasn’t done so you two could mess it up!” Victoria said.

“Vic. There’s no harm done. They were only interested.” Ethan said as he picked up the books.

“You’re right sorry.” Victoria said as she helped put the books away.

“We just wanted to see why this room was so important.” Lily said.

“And now we know why! I didn’t realise you had done so much.” Luke said.

“Neither did we until we unboxed it all and put it in this room.” Ethan chuckled.

“You know your Dad. He’s not one for gushing praise.” Victoria laughs.

“Would you like us to talk through some of these?” Ethan suggests.

“Yeah! Not that we’ll understand it but I’m sure to you it’s interesting.” Lily says.

For the next hour, the Ramsey family look through the books, papers and certificates, each of them told a story. It was interesting for Luke and Lily to understand what their parents had done. It sounded like there was definitely more to come.

Maybe Luke and Lily will have their own room of achievements later in life. Maybe they too will tell their children about all the things they have done in their careers.

For now, they had to work hard to get there. For now they could sit and say Ethan and Victoria Ramsey were their parents.

And they were proud of them.

Note to self: don’t mess with a perfectly organised book shelf

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angelasscribbles · 14 days ago

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Savage Love Chapter 39: We Have a Plan

Series: Savage Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: R

Warnings: Mature themes

Word Count: 3,094

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Naked, and still struggling to catch my breath, I glanced up at the man I’d just agreed to marry.

Liam stared down at me with such utter devotion in his gaze that it sent butterflies exploding through me.

It also terrified me.

There had been no romantic proposal or declaration of undying love.

I had agreed to marry him to keep him alive. Our discussion about how that would work and what it would look like had been interrupted by a vigorous bout of lovemaking when the electricity that always snapped between us exploded, the potent mix of physical passion and intense emotion as we danced around the topic of my unspoken feelings for him cumulating in the physical expression of everything that I could not bring myself to express verbally.

Not yet.

I needed to ensure his survival first.

“Move into my room.”

“I don’t know if that’s the best idea…”

“Why not? You spend almost every other night in here, anyway.”

“That’s true, but…”

The knowledge that the rest of those nights were spent with Drake hung in the air between us.

He rolled off me and sat up, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed. “I’m not asking you to end your relationship with Drake. Just so we’re clear.”

“No?”

He turned his head back to make direct eye contact as he answered. “No.”

I found nothing but sincerity in his determined gaze. “Even after we’re married?”

“Even after.”

“Really?” I raised my eyebrows skeptically.

“Really.” He fixed me with a determined gaze. “We have a thing here called a Cordonian Arrangement. It’s an official codicil to the marriage contract that allows for an open relationship with no negative consequences to either party in the event of a divorce.”

“And you’d agree to that?”

“Of course, I would. I want you to be happy. I want Drake to be happy. I want to be happy. This seems like the best way to accomplish all of those goals.”

I stared at him for several heartbeats as I took that in. Then I nodded. “All right.”

The weight of the crown dropped away from his expression as that boyish grin I first saw in New York appeared. “Alright, you’ll move in with me?”

“I’ll consider it,” I told him as I got up and started collecting my clothes.

“Do you really have to rush off? We could order some food and—”

“I think you know that I have to go talk to Drake now. He can’t find out about our plan from anyone else.”

“Yes, I understand.” He ran a hand along his jawline with a sigh. “Listen. I know this isn’t a traditional love story. I know you’re only marrying me to keep me safe.”

I turned to eye him suspiciously because I could hear the “but” in his voice. “But?”

He rewarded me with that smile that could light the entire country. “But you do love me, or you would leave safeguarding my life to the King’s Guard.”

I felt dismay sweep through me. “Liam, this isn’t some fairy tale where love conquers all.”

“Isn’t it?” He stood and took my hand. “All I’m saying is that it’s okay if you don’t say it out loud. I love you and I’ll say it enough for both of us.”

“Liam…” He deserved to have someone tell him they loved him. He deserved to be told how amazing he was. He deserved all the romance and the fairy tale ending.

“It’s okay, Riley, I get it. Catch the bad guys first. Romance later. Go. I have things I need to be doing, anyway. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

I didn’t have to go far. Drake’s room was just down the hall from Liam’s. He opened the door, surprise and happiness lighting his features when he saw me. “Riley! Come in!”

I walked into the room and straight into his arms. He wrapped me in a tight embrace and buried his nose in my hair. “Damn, I missed you.”

“It’s only been two days,” I laughed.

“That’s two days too many.” His arms tightened around me before dropping away. “Now, tell me about Hidar.”

“I’ll tell you everything, but first I want to know how you’re handling the news about having a sister you never knew existed.”

“I….” he looked lost, an expression I’d never seen on his face before. With a great sigh, he raked a hand through his hair and shook his head. “It’s a lot. I mean… do I tell my mom? Does she already know? I have no idea how I’m supposed to approach this.”

“Hey.” I took his hand in mine. “You don’t have to figure it out alone, okay?”

“Thank you.” He squeezed my palm. “Having you on my side means a lot to me.”

I returned the squeeze with a smile. “Always.” I realized with sudden clarity that I meant that. I wanted to be there for him as much as I wanted to be there for Liam. My determination to leave after wrapping the case up had been slowly dwindling, day by day, without me even noticing.

He looked like he wanted to say something more, but after a brief hesitation, he released my hand and gestured to the couch. “Please, have a seat and tell me how the mission went.”

We exchanged details of our respective missions. Drake ended his story by expressing frustration with Nick. “It’s like he didn’t even care that Rico got away!”

“Well, he accomplished his goal, and that’s all that matters to him.”

Drake looked at me in astonishment. “He loved you, Riley. Maybe still does. How can he not care about the threat to your life?”

“I’m not sure he loved me as much as he loved the idea of having a wife and a family. He projected a lot of shit onto me that was never actually about me.”

Drake nodded. “Yeah, I got that from my conversation with him.”

“Oh?” The corners of my lips quirked up. “You discussed me with him?”

“No!” His eyes widened in panic for a second, and then he blew out a loud breath. “Okay, yeah, I did.”

“It’s okay,” I laughed. “I would have done the same thing in your place.”

He brightened at that confession. “Yeah?”

I bumped him with my shoulder. “Yeah.”

He was silent for a long moment as he pinched the skin between his thumb and index finger on his left hand with his right hand, a gesture I’d come to associate with nervousness on his part.

“What is it?” I prompted.

“It’s just that there’s only a few days left in the social season and—”

“Yes, I wanted to talk to you about that.” I interrupted him. If he were about to make some declaration of love or beg me to stay, I needed to stop him. It was now a moot point. “I’m not leaving at the end of the social season.”

I don’t think he could have looked more surprised if an alien had just landed on the front lawn. It took him a few seconds to collect himself. His gaze pierced me to my very soul. “I’m not complaining about you hanging around longer, but why? What’s changed?”

“The mission has expanded.”

“In what way?”

“I think we can take the whole thing down. And it’s imperative that we do.”

“Why is that?”

“You have to realize by now that even if we take down the local faction, Liam will still be in danger. Via Imperii leadership wants Cordonia’s coffers.”

“We’ll up our border security. Make it harder for them to get a foothold here again—”

“We have to take down the whole thing. It’s the only way to keep Liam safe.”

“Okay….” He studied me carefully, trying to figure out where this was going. “I’m not disagreeing, but unless I’m missing something, we don’t have what we need to take the whole thing down and he’s going to be in danger from the local faction the moment he chooses anyone other than Madeleine at the selection ceremony. So that’s the biggest, most immediate threat. Taking them down will keep him safe for now and give us time to figure out how to counteract any future threats.”

“I have a plan for that. I know how to keep him safe from the local faction and buy us time to take down the whole thing.”

“How?”

“Simple. I’m going to marry him.”

“What?” Shock flashed across his face, followed by anger as he jumped up from his seat and thundered, “The fucking hell you are!”

I followed him to my feet. I locked my jaw and thrust my chin out defiantly as I tried to make him understand. “Drake. Listen. He has to pick a wife in less than a week! He won’t choose Madeleine. If he picks anyone other than her or me, they’re going to kill him!”

“They’re going to try—”

I arched an eyebrow at him. “And you’re okay with that?”

“Of course not! But—”

“But nothing! If we don’t take down the whole thing, then all we’re doing is postponing it. The Via Imperii will eventually regain a foothold in Cordonia. If he marries me, it buys us the time we need to take the entire thing down. It’s the only way to keep him safe and you know it.”

“We could—” he paused, his expression making it obvious that he was spinning through scenarios in his head. “Or maybe….. If we…. Okay, what if…. fuck!”

Bingo. The moment he realized I was right.

He stared at me with desperation in his eyes. “There has to be another way!”

“There’s not.” I knew it. He knew it.

His shoulders slumped in defeat. “What does this mean for us?”

“Nothing,” I assured him as I stepped closer and took his hands in mine. “I’m marrying him to keep him safe. He’s already agreed to a Cordonian Arrangement.”

The desperation in his eyes was replaced with a sliver of hope. “So, does this mean that you’re staying at court after the case wraps up?”

“What?”

“Surely you know that the moment your picture is plastered in newspapers all over the world as the future Queen of Cordonia, your career in the GIA is over. Have you thought about that?”

“Of course I’ve thought about it! It’s all I’ve thought about since I opened my big mouth and blurted it out!”

“You can take it back....”

“I can’t... and I don’t think I want to.”

“Do you…. Love him?”

I could tell how hard it was for him to ask that question, and I knew that the question he really wanted to ask wasn’t if I loved Liam, but if I loved him.

It was time for me to stop being a coward and face my feelings.

I reached up and touched his face as I answered. “This is a complicated situation. I have feelings for both of you that I never saw coming. Liam seems genuinely okay with me having a relationship with both of you. How do you feel about that?”

Of all the reactions I had expected at this moment, amusement wasn’t one of them.

He grinned at me with nothing but happiness shining from his eyes. “Did you just admit to having feelings for me?”

A sound that was half laugh and half scoff escaped me. “That’s what you got out of that?”

He grabbed me around the waist and tugged me closer. “That’s the important part!”

Then he was kissing me and every question I had was answered, every doubt erased.

“Mm-hm,” I murmured as I leaned into him.

We both moved our bodies closer to the other. His hands caressed my face and shoulders. His fingers traced down my back as mine threaded through his hair. He released my lips so he could nip and lick along my collarbone. I arched my body into him in encouragement.

His phone chimed, and he froze. “Shit!” He rested his forehead against mine as he expressed a few colorful opinions about the interruption and the character of his commanding officer.

“It’s okay, I have a couple of phone calls to make anyway,” I told him as I struggled to disentangle myself from him. “We can continue this later.”

“Continuing this is the only thing on my priority list,” He assured me as he returned the text.

“Don’t let your boss hear you say that!”

“I don’t give a damn who hears it!” He returned his phone to his pocket and lunged at me for one last kiss before hurrying out the door to a meeting that I had made him late for.

Alone in his room, I decided there was no time like the present. I took a deep breath as I punched in the familiar phone number.

My boss wasn’t as understanding as Drake had been. “I understand your concerns, Agent Brooks, but the social season ends in four days! We have everything we need to take down the Cordonian branch right now.”

“I need just a little more time and we can take down the whole thing! Isn’t that what we’re all about? Taking down the bad guys?”

“Of course. But once the social season is over, you’ll have no more reason to remain in Cordonia. You’ll have no cover.”

“Oh, I will.”

“I’m listening.”

I filled her in on my plan. She was less than thrilled with my ideas, to put it mildly. “Absolutely not!”

“If you’ll calm down—”

“Don’t tell me to calm down! I’m telling you no! You cannot marry him for the love of God!”

“Why not?”

“You know why not! Right now, the social season is just local news. An engagement will be bigger news, and an actual royal wedding will be broadcast across the globe! You’ll be compromised! Your face will be splashed on newspapers everywhere! You’ll be worthless as an agent!”

“That’s not true—”

“It is true! You’ll be too recognizable to work undercover.”

“Are you saying you’d fire me?”

“I’m saying, at the very least, we’d have to pull you from fieldwork. We can’t, and we won’t, send a compromised agent into the field. Not only would it compromise you, but it would also endanger every agent working with you and you know it! We won’t allow that, and neither will any other agency. You do this, and your career is over, at least as a field agent.”

“It’s the only way to keep him safe and infiltrate Via Imperii leadership.”

“Brooks, I mean it, do not do this!”

“I’m doing it. So, tell the team to stand down. Please! If you take down the local branch, my cover is blown. I’m marrying him, regardless. You may as well take the win I’m offering you. I can deliver the entire organization. Give me another week.”

Barton was silent for so long that I thought the connection had been lost. Defeat and a note of awe were in her voice when she finally answered. “Fine. One more week. I never thought I’d see the day Riley Brooks leveraged her career over a man.”

“It’s the only way to keep him safe long enough to get what I need to take down the Via Imperii.”

“Right.” I could hear the smirk in her voice from across the Atlantic. “That’s your only concern.”

I chose to let that go and thanked her for giving me another week. It should be all I needed. It had to be all I needed because Rico was still out there somewhere and the moment the engagement was announced, there was nothing stopping him from leaking my actual job to the press. We needed to be ready to breach within hours of the announcement. Preferably before.

Fortunately, my impending engagement to Liam also gave me the bargaining chip I needed to infiltrate the highest level of the Via Imperii.

I lifted the phone that was still in my hand and dialed Sigrid’s direct line. She sounded both annoyed and impressed. “How did you get my private number?”

“Did you forget who my aunt is?”

“What do you want?”

“I wanted to let you know that though it won’t be official until the selection ceremony, Liam has gotten down on one knee and proposed to me.” I crossed my legs as I spoke, getting into character. I let the entitlement drip off my words. “You should see the diamond. It’s exquisite!”

That piqued her interest. “Forget the diamond, have you seen the marriage contract?”

“I’m holding it in my hands right now.” I lied.

“How much access does it give you to the finances?”

“Plenty.”

“How much influence does it give you over policy decisions?”

“Liam is still the monarch with final decision making power on everything. But don’t worry, I can sway his decisions in the correct direction.”

“You’re very confident in yourself.”

“I am.”

“I hope it’s well founded confidence.”

“It is. But as you know, Liam is very devoted to the people of Cordonia, so swaying him to see our side of things is going to take a little effort. I’m up for the job, but I need to know what I’m getting out of it.”

I could hear the suspicion dripping like venom from her words. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” I paused for dramatic effect. “If you want access to Cordonia’s bottomless coffers, I need something in return.”

“You’re already a member in good standing. What more do you want?”

“This is a lot of money we’re talking about. I want some input into how it’s spent. I think that’s reasonable.”

“You want a leadership position.” I heard the surprise in her tone, tinged with a hint of awe.

She had underestimated me.

“I do.”

“And what makes you think I’m in a position to make that happen?”

“Come on, Sigrid, there’s no way that a woman as driven and intelligent as you isn’t in the upper echelons of this thing. Do you really expect me to believe that you’re bowing down to someone like Eirik Midsommar?”

There was a long pause as she considered how much to trust me. I had appealed to her ego, and it worked “Fine. I’ll set everything up. Be here in two days, with the signed and notarized marriage contract in your hands, and we’ll talk.”

“Great. See you in two days.”

She hung up on me without saying goodbye. I didn’t care. Everything was falling perfectly into place.

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Tethered

Book: Blades of Light & Shadow

Characters: (F!Elf!MC) Reinys x Valax

Rating: T

Warnings: Fantasy violence, near-drowning

Length: 5.8k

Summary: Reinys and Valax navigate their way through the shadow realm after being bound to one another.

Tags: @mikaelsrose @watatsumi-island @steadycattaco @dutifullynuttywitch @luthorsxrojas @gaiuskamilah @niaerinisms @brycesgirl @harbingerofdespair @choicesficwriterscreations

A/N: Chapter 12-13 rewrite :)

Falling through the portal to the Shadow Realm had felt like stumbling into a dream.

She found that the landscape surrounding her was different than it had been when she first laid eyes on it for herself. Back then it was an infernal nightmare, with rivers of lava erupting into volcanic geysers and thick smoke so dense it obscured the horizon, concealing whatever horrors lied beyond it from view.

Now, it looked serene. Almost beautiful, even. The land still remained scorched black and felt rough beneath her hands like charcoal, and jagged rocks emerged from the surface in the distance to form sharp, unnatural cliff-faces at bent and uneven angles, but the sky above was illuminated with starlight. The hues melted from violet to indigo and then sapphire, adorned with stars shimmering like crystalline jewels among the celestial canopy high above.

She found herself struck with awe by the view, but that brief moment of peace didn’t last. Her companions soon tumbled onto the ground behind her, and she remembered where she was and who they were yet to face.

The Ash Princess.

Valax stepped through the portal behind them, her shadow panther snarling at her side and iron glaive wreathed in darkness. Her eyes locked onto Reinys like a wild animal about to seize its prey. The victim of another hunt, she had found herself caught in an endless chase across the realms, an eternal pursuit meant to end with her spilled blood.

Rage twisted Valax’s features, contorting her face into something sinister as her gaze burned through her, dangerously irate. At last, the huntress had reached her limit, finally weary of her target’s incessant toying.

“I’m growing tired of your games, Realm-walker.”

“And I’m sick of running from you.” Reinys scrambled to her feet as she reached for the chain at her hip fastened to her obsidian armour. “I won’t let you take my blood.”

The panther snarled from behind her and reared back as it prepared to strike, but she spun just in time to conjure an orb of Light in her hands. It seemed brighter in the darkness, almost blinding, and through strained vision she caught a brief glimpse of the panther’s pupils narrowing in fear before it hissed and went slinking off into the shadows.

Valax lunged to strike at her in retaliation before Tyril blocked her attack with his flame-wreathed sword. Reinys drew her blade, stabbing at a weak point in her armour until dark blood seeped from the wound that now marred her mottled skin and Valax whirled to glare at her. Nia moved to intervene but was thrown backwards into a nearby rock, clutching her head as she sunk to the ground.

“Nia!” Reinys moved to run to her, but her path was blocked as Valax continued to attack her companions. While the others kept her distracted with their weapons and magic, Reinys flung her chain forward, seizing Valax’s glaive. She pulled with all her strength until the pole was flung from the princess’s grasp, sailing through the air before embedding itself in the cracked ground several feet away.

“That’s it!” Valax snarled, and her body flared with darkness as tendrils of shadow emerged from her hands, reaching out towards them like vicious snakes. They wrapped themselves around her and her companions throats, forcing them off the ground as they struggled for air.

“Enough.” Nia rose from the ground, her skin turned grey and illuminated with the same dark energy Valax was wielding. She flicked her wrist and a bolt of shadow burst furth, circling around Reinys’s wrist and then Valax’s before forming what appeared to be a spectral chain. It snapped into place, creating a tether between the two of them before slowly fading from view.

“What is this?” Reinys asked as Valax watched on with unveiled contempt.

“I have bound her to you.” Nia said flatly. “If she tries to run or betray us, she’ll suffer like she has never suffered before.”

“Great,” Reinys sighed. “Because being bound to the murder princess is just what I need.” She tugged on the invisible chain just for the sake of it, and Valax speared her an irritated glare.

“You really think your meagre attempts at magic will stop me?” She sneered and attempted to send a blast of shadow towards Reinys, but fell to the ground as the chain pulled taut and she gripped her head in agony.

Nia nodded towards her crumpled form. “Now she has no choice but to help us.”

Reinys retrieved the glaive from out of the ground before kneeling down by her side, using the sharpened tip to lift Valax’s chin. She grinned and leant in closer, raven hair falling over her shoulder as she tilted her head. “Oh, I think I’ll be keeping this.”

Valax seethed and broiled with rage. “You—”

She turned back towards Nia and the others. “The next rift is in a place called Shroudwatch. This one will be leading us there.”

Reinys gestured to Valax, who scoffed at her words. “I would sooner lead you off a cliff.”

“Not if you want to make it back to your mother still in one piece.” She lifted her wrist to remind her of the chain. “You’re stuck with me, princess.”

Dawn had pierced the sky with pale light by the time they came across a worn-down village, the paths overrun with straggly weeds and nestled between buildings with cracked roof-tiles and walls of flaking paint. Not a soul was in sight, and Reinys felt a solemn sense of familiarity stirring deep within as she took in the town around her.

“This place, it can’t be…”

She noticed Valax was staring at her as if she had grown a second head. “You cannot possibly be familiar with this village.”

“It looks just like my hometown.” Reinys insisted. “Though it seems much worse for wear than…”

She trailed off as a strange-looking child came into view from around the corner, with ears akin to those of a sheep and a pair of antlers protruding from their head.

“Visitors! Mama, papa! Come quickly!” Just as suddenly as the child had appeared, they vanished into a nearby house only to re-emerge accompanied by an even stranger man and woman.

“Oh, it is good to see travellers again! It has been far too long.” The man spoke kindly, with even larger horns jutting from his head and dark hair worn over his shoulders in two thick braids. “I am Mithar. This is my wife Aderyn, and our child, Ellinae.”

Aderyn beamed, and Reinys noticed the golden feathers sprouting from her skin. “What brings you here to Ironbreach?”

“Ironbreach?” She echoed before shaking her head. “We’re just looking to reach Shroudwatch, we were hoping to find some horses here.”

“Well, we do have a few, but…” Mithar exchanged a glance with his wife.

“Our village is in dire need of repair,” Aderyn frowned. “If we could trouble you to spend just a short while aiding us, then you are more than welcome to take anything that would help ease your journey.”

“We’d be happy to help.” Reinys said, and Mithar led them all to the town square to show them the areas that needed attention the most. Nia stalked off as Tyril went to assess the vegetable gardens, while Mal and Imtura took to fixing the broken windows and fences, leaving Reinys with Valax to repair an old wooden cart.

Reinys ran her hand along the edge of the wheel. “Some of the spokes are rotten, we’ll have to replace them.” She noticed the wood was an unusual colour, a faded grey that matched the bark of the decayed trees surrounding the village.

“And you expect me to take orders from you?” Valax scowled.

“I think I’m right in assuming you’ve never had to mend a cart before, princess.” She said as she rummaged through the spare parts Mithar had given her. “But you’re welcome to prove me wrong. These are your people you’re meant to be helping, after all.”

Valax seethed with rage and conceded to handing her a small spanner, and Reinys found herself silently indulging in the fact there was nothing the princess could do to retaliate against her.

“You did not have to help them,” Valax said slowly as Reinys began dismantling the wheel’s rim. “They are defenceless villagers. You could have simply chosen to steal their horses and they would have been unable to stop you.” She tilted her head, studying Reinys like a puzzle she didn’t know how to solve. “But you still stayed here to aid them. Why?”

Reinys busied herself with inspecting the rotten pieces of wood. The cart hadn’t moved for a long time, and water from excessive rainfall had deteriorated the wheel, corroding it and making an ideal home for the insects she found festering within. “You still doubt my motives?”

“These are my people, Reinys. I don’t find it intrusive to question your intentions with them.”

She sighed and laid the spanner back down in the dirt. “It’s just that Ironbreach reminds me of my hometown, Riverbend. The people there took me in when I was a child who had nothing.”

“These are not the same villagers you grew up with.”

“I know, but it doesn’t make a difference. Even if this place had nothing in common with Riverbend, I’m not stealing from innocent people. Especially not when they’re struggling to get by as it is.”

Valax pondered that for a moment before turning her gaze away. The two worked on replacing the spokes and reassembling the wheel in silence until finally Reinys stood.

“There,” she grinned and patted the side of the cart. “Good as new.”

Just as Valax hauled herself off the ground, the winds around them began to shift and howl, growing eerie and cold. The sky turned dark almost in an instant as blackened clouds coalesced into a twisted, menacing omen of destruction, illuminated with sinister sparks of shadow flickering from deep within.

Mithar rushed towards them, panic rising in his voice. “Storm coming in! We need to get inside!”

“What kind of storm is this?” Reinys asked as she ran after him, shielding her eyes as harsh rain assailed the village from above. There had been no signs of it earlier, as though it had simply materialised from nothing.

“A normal one, here.” Valax answered, almost too calmly. “Storms in the shadow realm are caused by rampant magic, when wild and unrestrained they can cause great chaos.”

Mithar led them towards the Ashen family’s home for shelter, but as they arrived at the door Aderyn burst out in a hurry, her gaze frantic. “Ellinae’s not here!”

Reinys turned to peer through the darkness, wet hair clinging to the side of her face as she assessed the town for their whereabouts. “I see them by the riverbank!”

“But it could flood any minute now—“ Mithar said in alarm.

“You two just stay here, we’ll get Ellinae!”

She and Valax tore off running towards the riverbank, the rain only growing harsher until they were forced to shout over the torrential downpour.

“I don’t see them!” Valax yelled in frustration, but then a small figure appeared in their range of view, obliviously singing and twirling in the rain as a wall of water crashed around the river-bend.

“Look out!” Reinys called, but Ellinae didn’t hear. She leapt into the riverbed and grabbed the child, using all her strength to toss them up to Valax who still stood on the edge of the bank.

“I’ve got them!” Valax said as she caught Ellinae, and Reinys stepped forward to join them. Before she could even react, a towering wave smashed into her, sweeping her up in the raging flood as she stood in its path where Ellinae had been only moments earlier.

Reinys felt water roaring in her ears as the maelstrom enveloped her, and she found the world turning dark and cold around her as she was dragged helplessly to the depths below.

Reinys managed to breach the surface of the river just long enough to gasp in a deep breath before another wave sent her crashing under once more. As strong of a swimmer as she was, even she couldn’t escape the pull of the flood, flailing her way through the water as branches and debris scraped viciously at her arms and legs.

The next time she emerged for air, she thought she saw another figure fighting their way through the current amidst the rain and water, but when she sunk under once more, they were gone.

She felt her strength waning as the water chilled her to the bones and her muscles grew weak, struggling to stay afloat as mouthfuls of water invaded her lungs.

Just as she was sure she was going to drown, a familiar face carved her way through the water towards her, eyes brimmed with disdain. Valax gripped her by the arm and dragged her through the current, not releasing Reinys from her iron grip until the two of them had finally reached the shore.

Reinys collapsed onto the hard rock surface, barely conscious and unable to cough up the excess water. Valax loomed over her, face only inches from her own as her lungs burned and vision began to blur.

She gave a few quick, sharp prods to her chest until at last Reinys rolled over, expelling the water from her lungs as she heaved and gulped in her first deep breaths of precious air before lying flat on her back.

“That…feels better.” She spluttered, coughing.

“I would imagine so.” Valax said flatly. “Half the river came out of your lungs, after all.”

Slowly, Reinys hauled herself upright and leant against the stump of a fallen tree, head pounding. “How the hells did you just swim through a flood like it was nothing?”

Valax didn’t answer, refusing to meet her gaze as the river continued rushing.

“…Alright then, why did you rescue me?” Even after nearly drowning and now completely soaked, Reinys couldn’t conceal the smirk that curved her lips. “I thought you wanted me dead.”

“I do.” She snapped finally, raising her wrist where the shadow chain keeping them bound together was barely visible. “As you said, I’m stuck with you. If you die, I pay the price for it. Why else would I have dragged you from the water?”

“I don’t know,” Reinys grinned. “Maybe you’re starting to actually like me.”

“Ridiculous.” Valax scoffed. “You’re nothing but a nuisance to me, and have been ever since I started pursuing you.”

Her gaze softened slightly before she swiftly looked away. “Still, you saved an Ashen child. A life for a life, that is all.”

Surprised by the sincerity of her words, Reinys found herself speechless before they both shivered as the frigid winds around them froze their dampened skin.

“We need to seek shelter,” Valax said and stood to her feet, frowning as she glanced towards Reinys. “You don’t look well enough to travel, and we must make haste before the storm worsens.”

Before she could comprehend what was happening, Valax had hoisted her from the ground and tossed her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes with ease.

From behind her, Reinys gaped. “What are you—”

“Don’t ask questions.” Valax snapped and briskly began walking uphill. “I won’t let you slow me down, and this whole ordeal would be a lot less taxing if someone hadn’t chased off my panther.”

“Yeah, you seemed pretty pissed about that.” Valax continued to carry her in silence, Reinys muttering under her breath the whole way until she was well enough to stand once more.

She followed Valax as she marched towards a series of jagged black rock pillars jutting viciously from the ground, surrounded by a copse of dead trees with skeletal branches and bark like charcoal, but Reinys nearly slammed into her back as the princess stopped abruptly in her tracks.

“Scorching suns.” She cursed lowly. “Shadestalker.”

“Aw, using pet names already, princess?”

“No, look.” She shoved Reinys forward so she could see the sinister shape emerging from the tree line. A monster of grey, scaled flesh, from which tendons and raw sinew were visible through ripped patches of skin beneath a mouth lined with several rows of sharp, deadly teeth.

“What the hells is that?” She whispered, almost too startled to speak.

“As I said, it’s a Shadestalker. This creature has been pursuing me across the Shadow Realm for the past year.”

“Sounds familiar.” She said, but Valax remained unamused. “And here I thought there was nothing you couldn’t beat.”

“I have defeated it countless times, but it always comes back. We need to leave.”

“Why not fight it together?” Reinys asked. “There are two of us, it’s outnumbered.”

Valax shook her head. “Perhaps the lack of oxygen you suffered is affecting your competence, but you are not fit to fight it in your current state. It will tear you apart before I can.”

“Alright then, let’s just…back away slowly…”

The two moved to step backwards, but the Shadestalker whirled as if already sensing its prey. The monster let out a bellowing roar that pierced the air around them, and even the winds trembled as Reinys clamped her hands down over her ears.

“Wait,” Valax tried to warn. “Don’t look at its—”

The golden eye in the centre of the Shadestalker’s chest began to pulse in time with her heartbeat as Reinys stared, entranced as it radiated a captivating, golden glow akin to warm sunlight. A beacon of light amidst the vicious storm, it emanated a gentle, lulling rhythm, one that filled her mind with beautiful music as it lured her under its control, calling her like a moth drawn to a flame.

She knew what she needed to do.

“Reinys? What are you—”

Her gaze turned towards Valax, irises lit up with an eerie, scarlet hue as she reached for the blade at her hip. “Oh, this will be fun.”

Reinys slashed at Valax, who narrowly sidestepped her attack, but she was far from finished. She struck again and again, with all the strength of the unrelenting storm that continued to assail them as lightning flashed each time she charged.

“Stop letting it control you!” Valax yelled over the torrent, deftly dodging another hit although several cuts now marred her arms.

Rainfall whipped at their skin and thunder shook the sky as Reinys thrust the knife forward, plunging it into her chest, but the princess barely reacted beyond exhibiting a short twinge of surprise.

She seized the chance to tackle Valax to the ground, and she clawed at Reinys’s arms as she struggled beneath her.

“Are you ready to meet your end, princess?” A terrifyingly malevolent grin lit up her face as she leered over her victim. “Will your mother be sad when she finds you torn to bloody pieces?”

“Reinys, snap out of it!” Valax grunted as she kicked and thrashed from below.

“It’s…” She came back to herself for a brief moment. “It’s not me!”

She felt that same, powerful force begin to take over once more, flooding her mind with visions of destruction and death until a sharp bolt of pain pulsated from her temple. When she opened her eyes there was blood trickling down the side of her face, and Valax was lying beneath her with a jagged, bloodied rock upturned in her hand.

“Ow,” Reinys groaned, feeling dazed as the scarlet hue faded from her eyes like mist. “That hurt, but it worked.”

“Good. Now get off of me.”

Reinys felt her cheeks grow warm as she realised she was straddling her torso, knife still raised above her throat. “Ah, right.”

They both scrambled to their feet as the Shadestalker approached them, and it snarled as it lashed at them with clawed hands and razor-like teeth. Reinys reached for her chain and flung it forward until it ensnared the monster, deadly steel blades embedding themselves painfully in its scaled flesh.

She held the creature in place until Valax plunged her shadow-wreathed glaive straight through its glowing, golden eye, and a sickly river of ichor ran down the Shadestalker’s chest before it teetered and fell to the ground, dissolving into a pile of blackened ash.

“It’s gone.” Reinys murmured, re-coiling the chain before fastening it back to her belt.

Valax stared down at it with disdain. “It will be back.”

The two turned towards the outcropping once more, wordlessly continuing their search for shelter as darkness shrouded the world around them.

The further they walked, the worse the storm became, and dark sparks and wisps of shadow streaked the air around them, flickering amid the wind and rain.

Reinys swore she could hear the distressed wails of what sounded like a small creature, the noise barely audible over the downpour cascading all around them. She glanced around the darkness until she found it, an owlbear cub huddled beneath a small, narrow overhang of obsidian-like rocks. The cub’s feathers were matted together, and he held his paws over his large, round eyes as he trembled in terror.

“Poor little guy, she murmured, turning to Valax. “Where’s his mother?”

“Owlbears don’t leave their cubs alone.” She said, and for the first time Reinys saw her eyes tinged with sadness. “She likely died defending him.”

Memories flashed across her vision as she thought back to her own parents, sacrificing their lives to save her own.

“I’m not leaving him here.” Before Valax could say anything, Reinys had vanished into the rain, realm-walking toward the rocks in favour of pushing against the winds.

“Hey, little guy.” She crooned as she knelt gently by his side. The owlbear cub shrunk back, feathers quivering, and she slowly held out her hand for him to sniff. Several minutes passed before he inched closer, cautiously clacking his beak before allowing her to stroke his soft head. “I’m Reinys. Wanna get out of this storm?”

“Quickly, I’ve found a cave!” Valax’s voice echoed over the winds, her silhouette barely visible through the dense fog. Reinys scooped the owlbear up lightly in her arms, causing him to emit a confused squawk before he nestled his head against her chest.

She followed Valax into a deep cavern just as bolts of shadow magic began to strike at the ground outside. “What the hells are those?” Reinys asked, and the cub tried to bury himself deeper into her embrace.

“Shadow missiles.” Valax said, a little too casually. “It is a good thing we found this place when we did.”

She shifted her gaze towards the owlbear cub Reinys still held in her arms. “If you are to keep him, he will need a name. That’s what parents do, give you a name and purpose.”

“I think his purpose is to be cute.” She booped the base of his beak. “And he’s doing a very good job of it.”

Valax scoffed. “You are impossible to understand.”

Reinys sat down against the cold cavern wall, running her fingers through the cub’s soft feathers thoughtfully. “What if I named you…Nox?” She watched him as he curled up in her lap, and he tilted his head to look up at her with large, shining eyes. “Would you like that?”

The owlbear chirruped happily, and Valax stared at her in confusion. “You would name him after darkness?”

Reinys shrugged. “He was born here, it suits him.”

Valax began scouting out the depths of the cave as Nox drifted off to sleep, but when she returned, she appeared displeased. “There is no wood here to start a fire, without one we’ll freeze to death.”

Reinys lifted her hand, conjuring an orb of Light that drifted into the air like a small sun, gently illuminating the cavern and offering a pleasant wave of warmth. Valax physically recoiled as her eyes widened, and she took an abrupt step back.

“You don’t have to be scared of it, you know.”

“I am not scared.” Valax’s expression twisted into one of contempt as she eyed the orb warily. “I merely know what that power is capable of. You are a fool for not feeling the same.”

Reinys was silent for a moment. “Power can be capable of anything, it just depends who’s wielding it.” She said eventually, after careful thought. “I’ve believed the same about Shadow for a long time.”

“And I’m supposed to believe this power is safe in your hands?”

She noticed Valax still hadn’t moved. “Well, you can either come sit here in the warmth or continue to freeze. It’s your choice.”

The princess glowered at her from where she stood on the opposite side of the cave before she begrudgingly moved to sit closer.

“You know,” Reinys continued, “I couldn’t help but notice that you rescued me again back there.”

“I’ve already said, you’re no use to me dead.”

“If that’s what you need to tell yourself.” She said smugly.

Valax scowled, dark lips curling into a scornful frown. “You get more infuriating each moment I spend with you. Not to mention you stabbed me twice.”

“One of those was an accident!” She said. “Besides, you spent fourteen days draining my blood, you don’t get to say anything.”

Reinys found her gaze flickering down towards Valax’s torso where dried blood surrounded the wounds she had inflicted, and glanced back to her face guiltily. “I suppose…I could heal them for you.”

Valax raised an eyebrow, her voice still tentative. “Heal? With the Light?”

“You were going to make a fire.” Reinys pointed out. “Aren’t they the same? They both have the power to keep you alive or destroy you. Unless you would rather bleed to death?”

Valax snorted. “That won’t happen.”

“You sound awfully confident for someone who was just complaining about being stabbed.”

She was silent as several seconds passed, before a strange flicker of vulnerability wavered across her features, illuminated by the orb of Light. “You asked earlier how I was able to swim through the flood when you could not.”

“Yes. You weren’t very subtle about brushing me off either, by the way.”

“I wasn’t trying to be.” Valax snapped. “I was able to do so because I am a construct. I’m not bound by mortal frailty as you are. I am my mother’s will incarnate.”

“Woah,” Reinys managed, unsure how to react. “So you’re, what, immortal?”

“I was designed to be infallible, yes.” She said, though her patience was beginning to strain.

“I guess that’s why it feels like you never stop hunting me.”

“Indeed. You can run all you like, Reinys, but there is nowhere in all the realms I won’t find you. You cannot outlast me forever.”

The words should have struck a chord of terror deep within her, but Reinys found her attention drawn back towards the princess’s wounds. “So your injuries are…”

Valax waved a hand. “Merely an inconvenience.”

“I still can’t imagine they’re particularly comfortable.” Reinys reached outwards to the exposed, firm muscle of her upper stomach, fingers gentle as they brushed against Valax’s damp, mauve skin.

“What are you—” Valax elicited a light gasp at the coolness of the sensation and found that her breathing grew shallower at her touch, watching entranced as Reinys began to imbue her fingers with Light. A delicate warmth danced across Valax’s skin as the wounds seemed to slowly knit themselves back together before her very eyes.

“Returning the favour,” Reinys said curtly before she gingerly withdrew her touch. “Not that you see it that way.”

Valax’s dark, sodden hair still clung to her temple, the faint white streak piercing through like a bolt of lightning against a storm-strewn sky. She pressed her back against the cavern wall and cleared her throat. “You are ridiculous.” Her voice grew soft as she glanced downward, avoiding her gaze. “But…thank you.”

Valax stared at her hands for a moment, as though uncertain what to do with them without a weapon in her hold. “You…seem less hesitant in the presence of Shadow than your companions, but yet you still wield the Light. Why?”

Reinys paused to run her fingers through Nox’s raven-blue feathers. “I was raised by a witch.”

“A witch?” She asked, unable to hide her intrigue.

“A rogue acolyte from the Temple of Light. She witnessed the horrors their priests deemed ‘righteousness’ and chose to flee.” Reinys mused. “Almost everything I know, I learnt from her.”

Valax’s brows furrowed. “Then why continue to wield the same power as her oppressors?”

Reinys found that the corners of her mouth curved upward slightly at the memory. “Defiance, mostly. She had spent most of her life being told how to use her power, so once she had her freedom she wished to take control of it for herself, even if that meant living outside of the law.”

“And what happened to her?” Valax asked.

“Eventually her Light ran out.” She answered. “Though she lived to be old. Normally that’s a feat within the temple only high priests get to obtain, hoarding their Light while forcing those beneath them to expend their own.”

“…My condolences.”

“It’s alright.” Reinys said. “She always said she’d prefer a natural death over being hanged in the city square.”

The Ashen princess scoffed. “You Daywalkers are as barbaric as I’ve always believed.”

“And what does your mother do with her insubordinates?”

Reinys looked at her pointedly, and Valax gave a defeated sigh. “She has them thrown into the moat.”

“Hang on, the moat of lava? Gods…”

From outside, the howling winds formed a haunting melody, and Valax was silent for a moment in thought, staring outside wistfully before she spoke once more. “Mother calls this ‘chaos’.”

Reinys glanced towards the cavern entrance, where darkness assailed the land beyond, and blasts of shadow magic fell swiftly like rain. “Certainly looks chaotic.”

“Storms like these are where chaos thrives. Shadow feeds on it, which is why overexposure corrupts the mind.” She continued speaking even as thunder shook the cave. “It’s a power that lurks deep within, often found within memories as a result.”

“Memories?” Reinys asked.

“Shadow is a tempest, chaotic and unrestrained. Memories are the greatest form of chaos, a shifting whirlwind of times long since passed.” Valax was quiet for a moment before she spoke once more. “Navigating them is often like trying to find your way through a storm. Do you not find your mind clouded by them in the same way?”

“Sometimes.” She admitted.

“The power to search through another person’s mind, their memories, is an ulterior form of shadow magic that we deem advantageous. If you know your enemy’s mind, you know how to break them.”

“Ominous.” Reinys muttered. “But I understand what you mean.” She looked back towards the cavern entrance. For a moment the passing shadows appeared utterly still, like darkened water unperturbed, before the maelstrom resumed devouring any remnants of tranquility still lying in its path. “And I see why you’re so fond of this chaos.”

“It’s the only beauty I have known.” Valax murmured. “Until I met you.”

Reinys assumed Valax spoke of the brief glimpses she had seen of the Light Realm between their sporadic hunts, but she still couldn’t resist the chance to tease her.

“Oh?” Reinys propped a hand under her chin, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “So when you were chasing me through the Whimsywood, you thought I was pretty?”

“Hm,” Valax pondered, though her cheeks began to turn a deep shade of purple. “You are not completely repulsive.”

“How charming.”

“Don’t patronise me.”

Reinys leant back, grinning. “Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.”

The smile began to fade from her face as a heavy gust of wind surged into the cavern, bringing with it a biting chill that numbed her skin. With her strength fading, the orb of Light began to flicker and dim, taking the last remnants of warmth as it barely remained hovering in the air.

“What’s wrong with it?” Valax asked.

“It’s too cold here for me to keep it lit.” Reinys said. “We’ll have to huddle for warmth.”

Valax frowned. “I do not huddle.”

“Well, it sure would be a shame if I died here and all my blood went to waste before you could use it.”

“Fine.” She snapped, and begrudgingly inched herself closer, her arm barely brushing against Reinys’s own.

“You’re not very good at this, are you?”

“I’ve never needed to huddle because I’m not a frail mortal who could not even withstand a single storm.” Valax goaded.

Reinys began to sulk, but another gust of wind sent them both shivering, and they leant towards each other instinctively.

“Not a word of this to anyone.” Valax warned.

Reinys smirked. “Don’t want your generals thinking you’ve turned soft?”

“That is one reason, yes.” She shifted a little, seeming agitated by the close proximity. “But I cannot have anyone knowing I’m fraternising with an enemy of the empire like this.”

“Interesting way of putting it,” Reinys said. “But your secret’s safe with me.”

She looked back down at her lap, where Nox emitted occasional soft hoots as he slept, before returning her attention towards Valax once more. “You realise this only works if we’re actually close enough to warm each other up, right?”

Valax scowled. “I thought this was sufficient.”

“Sure, if you want to become an icicle by sundown.” Reinys tilted her head. “Unless…are you afraid?”

“You don’t know what nonsense you speak. There are far more terrifying creatures in this world than you.”

“Ah, like our creepy stalker friend.” She watched as Valax refused to meet her gaze. “You know…you don’t have to pretend you’ve never felt fear before.”

“I’ve already told you, I am not scared.” Her eyes burned with ire, but behind it she swore she glimpsed a tinge of apprehension.

“Not even of this?” Reinys reached over to skim her fingers lightly along Valax’s arm, the skin like lavender marble mottled with shadow, but she pulled back when Valax stiffened.

Instead, she settled down and wrapped an arm around her back, surprised when the princess slowly began to melt into her touch as several minutes passed.

“Fear is a weakness.” She said eventually, her voice soft but laced with sorrow. “One it seems even I am not exempt from.”

Reinys didn’t dare speak further, the atmosphere already far too brittle to risk interrupting the fragility of their embrace by enkindling the princess’s temper, a skill she seemed to have mastered as of late.

Valax leant her head on her shoulder, eyes blinking slowly, and Reinys found herself doing the same as her weariness finally caught up to her.

“I don’t trust you.” Valax whispered into the darkness.

“I know.”

“I’m still going to rend your limbs from your body.”

“If you say so.”

Reinys smiled softly as Valax yawned, their heads resting against each other as the wind and rain swirled in a destructive dance far beyond, until finally they found themselves lulled to sleep by the melodic song of the storm.

#this was way longer than expected 🥲#blades of light and shadow #playchoices #choices stories you play #cfwc fics of the week #valax #princess valax #valax x mc #choices fanfic

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ladylamrian · 3 months ago

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Female Main Character: Clara (Desire & Decorum)

Pairing: F!MC × Ernest Sinclaire

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

Word Count: 4K words

Rating: General (Fluff, Fairytale AU, Christmas)

Warnings: none (just ugly Richard much uglier)

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

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

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

"Clara, dear! Clara!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uhh, who are you?"

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

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

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

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

"What?", she gasped and he nodded.

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

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

"Only by the sweetness of the Sugar Fairy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, dear Clara?"

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

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

"Oh Ernest, why not dance now?"

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

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

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

"Ernest, what's happening?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's like heaven here, Ernest."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you, Sir Luke."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I truly love you too, Clara."

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

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

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

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

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

"Clara darling, you look like an angel."

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

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

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

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

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

"All hail Clara, the Sugar Fairy!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ernest?" she whispered with surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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megas-choices · 1 month ago

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A Perfect Fit

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow 1, Chapter 9 - Right after "Tyril's Truth" Social Quest

Pairing: Tyril Starfury x F!Human MC (Willow Parnassus)

Word Count: 270

Rating: General

Summary: Tyril finds another favourite thing about Willow.

A/N: Another short fic! Something fluffy I thought of after I noticed that hand holding is a theme in the Tyril x MC romance.

Tyril reluctantly pulled away from his passionate kiss with Willow, lifting her back up from the log and smoothing her hair with a bashful smile on his face. He looked at her fondly, in awe of her bright smile and flushed cheeks, her whole face shining under the moonlight and stars.

“As much as I could do this all night long…” His face turned more serious. “I suppose we should head back and get our rest. Tomorrow is a big day.”

Willow nodded in agreement. Tyril stood up first, holding his hand out to Willow. With a grin, she took it, and he lifted her up. Upon doing so, Tyril’s eyes widened a little, eyeing curiously at her hand.

Willow noticed his slight surprise. “Is something the matter, Tyril?”

Tyril looked up at her before returning to her hand again. Wordlessly, he picked up the other in his own, looking at them intently in front of him.

“Your hands…” he muttered. “They’re so small, yet so warm. They fit perfectly into mine.”

Willow chuckled. “So they are.”

Tyril stared into her eyes, his cheeks dusted purple. “It’s…perfect.”

She smiled at him, her own cheeks flushing as well. “You’re sweet. We should really get back, though. And we can hold hands as we walk there,” she leaned forward with a reassuring tone, as if she knew he didn’t want to let go.

“Oh, y-yes. Right,” Tyril stammered, letting go of one of Willow’s hands as she walked with him to camp, their fingers now intertwined. He quickly brushed off his embarrassment as he looked at her again.

She shone like starlight.

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choicesficwriterscreations · 4 months ago

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Celebrate YOUR Top 5 Creations of 2024

It's that time of year again where CFWC give you a chance to highlight your most popular fanworks -- Fanfics, Edits and Fanart -- on Tumblr (by notes) and the ones near and dear to your heart even if they didn't get the love they deserved, aka...

YOUR:

Tumblr Top 5

Creator Top 5

How to Participate

Tumblr Top 5:

Go to JetBlackCode Note Counter, enter your blog name and run the scan to identify the top 5 original posts by Notes in 2024. If the top post is not a fanfic, edit or fanart, find the next one that is.

Create a post with a list of links to your Top 5 most popular fanfics, edits and/or fanart this year. Please mention the Choices book/series associated with the creation.

Creator Top 5:

Select your favorite top 5 creations from this year, the ones you're most proud of and the ones you want to show extra love. They could also be your most popular, but don't have to be. Want to highlight a series? Go for it. YOU decide!

Create a post with a list of links to your Creator Top 5 in 2024. Please mention the Choices book/series associated with the creation.

Then What?

Tag @choicesficwriterscreations on the posts and use the tag #cfwc top 5 2024

We will reblog your Tumblr Top 5 and your Creator Top 5 posts within 48 hours, and add them to an event masterlist.

Tumblr tags can be wonky, so if you don't see the reblog, send an ask to this blog with the links to your posts or DM @liaromancewriter.

The event runs from December 1 - 31, 2024. The event masterlist will be posted shortly after.

Signal boosts are appreciated!

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professor-abeloved · 4 months ago

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Warmer Than Whiskey [ Drake x TRR!MC ]

Fandom: The Royal Romance Series (PlayChoices)

Characters | Ships: Drake Walker/Original Female Character (My Time At Sandrock)

Summary:

A get-away vacation is just the thing Briar and Drake need this Christmas--but memories, both the good and the bad, don't just fade like footsteps in the snow.

Notes: Choices Fandom Secret Pal Exchange Gift for @tveitertotwrites on tumblr! Briar Boleyn (she/her) belongs to them! It was fun getting to know more about her (as a fellow TRR and Six the Musical fan HAHA!) and it's so cool seeing all your references! You're very creative and organized, friend!! Writing Drake Walker in 2024 gave me immense flashbacks as someone who was around when the first book was still updating, and it makes me want to (re)play the series again, ngl. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! As always, DMs and the k0fi are open for requests/trades <3

cc: @choicesfandomappreciation thank you so much for hosting this and letting me be a part of it all!! you're amazing!!

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The cabin in the middle of the woods is bigger than Briar thought it would be. It’s also much older, with fading brown paint that the pure white snow can’t quite cover with wooden planks that look as though they’d crumble the second someone so much as breathed on them.

As soon as they get out of their car, Drake watches the surprise flickering on his wife’s face. “Well? What do you think, B?”

“This looks so… rustic!” Briar flounces towards the cabin with a picnic basket, examining the rickety front porch in a mix of genuine awe and concern. “Like something out of the Blaire Witch project. Can I even come in or do I need a password to enter sacred Walker grounds?”

read the rest on ao3

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Ethan and Kaycee have been through quite a bit together, and even if they're still a secret, they're very much together. But when Ethan realizes they missed a big dating milestone, he goes all out to fix that.

Book: Open Heart (Late Book 2 Timeline) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Kaycee MacClennan (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 2,230

A/N: Thank you to @peonierose for this ask about my pairing first dates. I never realized I never wrote an official first date for Ethan x Kaycee! Participating in @choicesjanuary2025 - Prompt: First Date. I didn't have a lot of time to proof - so I hope it's not too bad! lol :)

Ethan Ramsey didn’t get nervous. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself as he adjusted his tie for the tenth time. A pained look crossed his face as he checked his reflection in the mirror a final time. It still wasn’t right. “It’s a tie, Ramsey!” He cursed. “It’s not like you haven’t done this a thousand times before!” But as he hastily tossed the offending object onto his bed, he settled on a more casual approach.

There was no reason to be nervous. Sure, he was going on a date – an important date – but it was just Kaycee. That’s when he stopped in his tracks. Of course that’s why... it was Kaycee.

This wouldn’t be a typical first date. There would be no getting to know each other, no auditioning for the coveted role of significant other. With more than a year’s worth of history under their belts, that was already taken care of. They had danced around their feelings as if they were avoiding a pathogen. They clung to their denial even as the longing consumed them. Then they came close... so close... only to backtrack again.

Through it all, Kaycee remained his constant, even when he hadn’t earned her loyalty. She comforted him after losing a dear friend and helped him save another. She had awoken parts of him he had buried long ago despite his best attempts to keep them underground. She saw him – the real him – and she loved him as he was. To reward her for her devotion, he ran off to the Amazon, enduring a brutal WHO mission to escape the inevitable. That’s how much she terrified him.

Or so he thought. While he hadn’t led the easiest life, he soon learned that he hadn’t known what true terror was. The night he held Kaycee’s gaunt frame in his arms and watched the light dim in her eyes, that’s when he knew. Unsure if she’d live to see the morning, he promised if she made it through, the time for running would be over. He’d face his fears and do everything in his power to let her know just how cherished she was... and he had.

For months now, they were finally together, albeit secretly. That was her wish, “Let’s keep this quiet until my residency is over, OK?” she insisted. It wasn’t his preference; it wasn’t even hers, but he understood why.

Last week, when Ethan realized their relationship was missing a crucial milestone – an official first date – he knew he had to remedy that, and no ordinary date would do. Now that the night was here, Ethan was determined to give Kaycee the kind of night she deserved. And that’s why he was so nervous... it had to be magic. She deserved nothing less.

_____

Over at Kaycee’s apartment, she was a bundle of nerves herself. Sienna and Jackie had turned her tiny bedroom into a makeshift glam squad headquarters. Which was just as well; her hands were far too shaky to deal with makeup today.

“Stop fidgeting,” Sienna gently scolded, curling the last strand of Kaycee’s hair. “You’re going to ruin your makeup, and I’ll have to start all over again.”

“I still don’t get why you’re so worked up over this,” Jackie chimed in. “It’s Ethan. He helped save your life. You already know he loves you, and he’s provided you with mind-blowing orgasms. This improvised rom-com night is just to have something to tell your future rugrats – who I will refuse to watch – for the record.”

Kaycee shot her a look through the mirror. “Thanks, Jackie. Your romantic advice is greatly appreciated.”

Jackie smirked. “Hey, anytime.”

Sienna stepped back to admire her work. “Ta-Da! What do you think?”

Kaycee looked at her reflection. Her soft golden curls perfectly framed her face, her makeup was subtle but striking, and her midnight-blue dress hugged her curves in all the right places. “I think… I might be able to pull this off.”

“Pull it off?” Sienna laughed. “Looking like this, you may get a proposal!”

Kaycee laughed off that notion. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, now, Si!”

Just then, the doorbell rang. “Oh, crap! Is that him already?”

Jackie looked at her incredulously. “Kaycee... what’s the problem? You’re ready!”

“Jackie!” Sienna scolded. “Don’t make Kaycee more nervous than she already is! Go and tell Ethan she’ll be right out.”

With a roll of her eyes, Jackie headed to the front door, opening it with a smirk as she took Ethan in from head to toe. “Eh, I guess you clean up pretty well,” she acknowledged, kicking the door open. “Come sit in the living room, Prince Charming. Cinderella is just adjusting her glass slippers; she’ll be out in a minute.”

Ethan sat on the weathered couch, looking every bit the composed physician he was, even though he felt more like the nervous schoolboy he was decades ago. But when Kaycee stepped into the room, everything changed.

“Kaycee,” he gasped, his breath catching as he stood to greet her. “You look... you look...”

“She looks hot as fuck,” Jackie jumped in.

“Honestly, that works,” Ethan chuckled. “You’re stunning, Kaycee.”

Kaycee blushed, tilting her head to the side. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Dr. Ramsey.”

“All right! All right!” Jackie scolded. “Please go on your date before you end up in her room and I need to put the white noise machine on to get any studying done.”

“She has a point,” Kaycee laughed, taking Ethan’s arm the second it was offered.

He escorted her to his car, a luxury sedan that was beginning to feel like her second home. Once they were seated inside, Kaycee turned to him with a teasing smile. “You realize taking me out like this comes with the risk of being spotted, right?”

He met her gaze with the confident look that often left her weak in the knees. “So, then we’re spotted,” he said, bringing her hand to his lips for a gentle kiss.

“Ethan,” Kaycee rebuffed, though her smile was sincere. “I told you. Only our closest friends can know about us until I finish my residency.”

“I’m well aware,” he grinned, leaning closer. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Yes…,” she sighed, rolling her eyes playfully. “Begrudgingly, but yes, I do.”

“Then just sit back and relax. Leave the night to me.”

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The Boston cityscape whizzed by as Kaycee glanced out the window. “So, where are you taking me?” she asked.

“What fun would it be if I told you,” Ethan smiled as they pulled up to a heliport.

“A helicopter ride?” Kaycee said, her eyes wide. “What if I’m terrified of helicopters?”

“Well, you’re not. You mentioned wanting to take a helicopter tour of Boston on the second day of your residency.”

Kaycee’s face glowed as she turned to him. “And you remembered that?”

Ethan’s face softened as he looked into her eyes. “When it came to you, Rookie, I paid attention. Right from the start.”

She leaned in to kiss him as they headed to the waiting chopper, her heart racing from the adrenaline and a tiny bit of fear.

“Are you nervous?” he asked.

“Me? Pfft!” She said with bravado. “I jumped out of a plane, you know?”

Now it was Ethan who was wide-eyed, “You what?”

She couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. “I’ll tell you about it later,” she said, placing on her safety belt. “Come on! I can’t wait to get up there.”

As they ascended into the sky, the city they both loved unfolded beneath them, a tapestry of glistening lights shimmering in the night. It was even more beautiful than she imagined it would be. “Wow,” she whispered, her nose all but pressed against the glass. “This is… incredible! I can’t believe you thought of this!”

Ethan was delighted, and while Kaycee was captivated by the view, he only had eyes for her. Wrapping his arm around her, he whispered in her ear. “Only the best for you.”

The pilot pointed out the city’s iconic landmarks as they circled the night, and Kaycee couldn’t help but tease Ethan when Edenbrook Hospital was pointed out.

“So,” she said, elbowing him in the ribs. “Are we going to land on Edenbrook’s roof?”

“Sure,” he laughed. “That’s a great plan to keep our relationship under wraps.” He leaned in and kissed her, his heart more full than he ever imagined it could be. “Just sit back and enjoy the view. I want you to remember this.”

She quickly reassured him. “It would be pretty hard for me to forget.”

_____

A short time later, Ethan was behind the wheel of his car again when Kaycee began thanking him for such a lovely night.

“Wait. Do you think the night’s over?” He asked with a furrowed brow. “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t take you out to eat?”

“You would be a man who clearly doesn’t know that my love language is food!” Causing Ethan to laugh. But Kaycee wasn’t done. “All right, the helicopter was a great way to have a ‘secret’ date. But we can’t exactly march into one of Boston’s finest restaurants dressed like this without being outed.”

“MacCLennan,” he groaned. “Please. Trust me.”

He parked his car and opened Kaycee’s door, walking to a marina nearby.

“What is that?” she asked as Ethan pointed to a massive yacht anchored just yards away, its sleek bow glistening under the moonlit sky.

“It’s a boat,” he deadpanned.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious. I know it’s a boat, but I thought you were going to feed me?”

“Oh, I am,” he insisted. “I’ve seen you hangry, and honestly, if that happens, I can’t guarantee you a second date.”

Kaycee’s playful punch landed on his arm a bit harder than anticipated, and he let out a little scream. “OUCH!” he yelled.

“You know, I think you’re on to something with that hangry thing, Ramsey,” she winked. “So I hope this ship has some snacks?”

“Snacks?” He asked. “Do you really think I’m going to offer you snacks on our first date? I can do better than that,” he grinned as he escorted her onto the yacht.

A tuxedoed man greeted them upon entering. “Good evening, Dr. Ramsey, Dr. MacClennan.”

“Wait, is this a restaurant?” Kaycee asked.

“Not exactly,” Ethan smirked as they walked into a stunning room surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. A candlelit table was in the center, and Ethan pulled out Casey’s chair as the boat began to sail with the Boston skyline twinkling behind them. “Since we aren’t ready to go public yet, I thought privacy was of the utmost importance, and this is as private as it gets.”

“Wait,” she said, a little crinkle above her nose. “You...”

“Rented the yacht, hired a chef and a wait staff for the ultimate private dining. Yes,” he said with a satisfied grin. “That’s exactly what I did.”

Casey’s mouth hung open, her hand over her chest. “Ethan!” She gushed, “This is... unbelievable! You know that you were going to get lucky at the end of our date no matter what, right? You didn’t have to go to these extremes.”

“Well, If I had known that, I could have saved a pretty penny,” he laughed, taking her hand across the table. “Kaycee, we had quite an... eventful... start to our relationship, and we still have challenges... like having to conceal our feelings for a bit longer. And you’ve handled everything with such grace. You deserve this. I wanted our first “official” date to be an extra special night. I hope I delivered.”

“Ethan Ramsey,” she beamed, squeezing his hand. “You have more than delivered!”

The waiter served all of Kaycee’s favorite dishes: lobster bisque, shrimp scampi, then homemade pasta and braciole.

“Wait!” she said when that last item was served. “This looks awfully familiar!”

“That’s because it’s your mother’s,” Ethan advised. “I knew no one would make it as good as she does, so she made a batch, and I had it flown in from Philly.”

“Flown in from Philly?” she yelled. “Ethan! Isn’t that a little... over the top? I appreciate it, but...”

He held a forkful of the dish up to her mouth. “Do you want to continue complaining, or would you prefer to eat?”

“Eat!” She said, groaning with delight as she took a bite. “Definitely eat.”

When the final course arrived—a box of pizza from her favorite Boston spot, Pizzaria Regina —Kaycee burst out laughing. “Ethan! Are you kidding? I can’t possibly eat another bite!”

“Good,” he said, leaning closer. “Because we have the yacht for the night. It has a bedroom, you know, and I have some ideas for how we can work off dinner. But I know you... you’ll want a snack after.”

She laughed, nudging him playfully. “What about dessert?”

He smirked. “That is dessert. Though there are cannolis and cupcakes, too.”

“Cannolis and cupcakes?” She gasped. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“You might want to wait for the bedroom course to make that declaration,” he teased with an affectionate grin.

Kaycee leaned in and kissed him. “You’re something else, Dr. Ramsey. I’m so lucky you’re mine.”

“And you’re perfect, Dr. MacClennan. So you deserve a perfect ‘first date.’ Did I deliver?”

“I think so,” she winked. “But let’s get to that bedroom course. It’s the only way I can say for sure.”

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