I found this beautiful little poem and it immediately made me think of Ethan and MC! So, prompt time! Turn this into something! Ficlet, edit, headcanon, whatever you want! I wanna see how you interpret this! Have fun! ❤️❤️❤️
I'm about 1000000 years late to this, but I finally managed to make a little moodboard for my babies, inspired by this beautiful prompt of yours, dearest Bex! 🤍 Thank you so much for indulging me in this, my friend. I do hope you like it.
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x Dr. Marchia Ramsey (F!MC)
Premise: A little dance underneath the gentle drizzle.
Rating / Category: General / Fluff
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 384 words
Artist: @/artbyainna on Instagram
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x Dr. Marchia Ramsey (F!MC)
Premise: A little dance underneath the gentle drizzle.
Rating / Category: General / Fluff
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 384 words
Artist: @/artbyainna on Instagram
A plateau of dull grey sat above them, large clouds huddled together as they walked down the narrow streets of Paris. It was quiet down there, with only the discordant rumbling of thunder as their companion, getting louder and louder. As the fresh scent of earthiness galloped with the winds, they are reminded again about the oncoming rain that was about to fall.
The couple quickened their pace, hoping to seek refuge as soon as possible. Warm lights guided them to their next destination—a place that was merely a few meters ahead, couple minutes away.
Yet, they were too late.
Marchia looked up, the dark sky drumming with the anticipation of release. Soon enough, droplets of water poured on to the pavements, singing an enchanting serenade to those who are willing to listen. A harmonic, gentle tune that soothes the mind, mends the soul.
And all of the sudden, she halted.
Her right hand, locked in with his, pulled Ethan’s body to an abrupt stop. He turned to face his wife, thoroughly confused and intrigued to find the reason behind this act.
What he saw, however, took his breath away.
Her rose cheeks gleamed, lips casting a smile that would turn his stomach upside down. Pearls of water run through her gold dusky hair, slowly trickling downwards to reach her dress. The white chiffon material became lightly soaked under the drizzle, translucent, outlining the perfect symmetry of her sylphlike figure.
Surrounded by an ethereal glow, Ethan was blessed with the glorious view of his Queen, the ruler of his heart.
He moved closer, placing one hand on her hips, and another on the nape of her neck. Glued together, his thunderous ocean eyes locked with Marchia, letting himself drown in the depths of her emerald forest—feasting in the irrefutable existence of her beauty.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
Without any preamble, he granted her simple yet tantalizing wish. His grip around her tightened, then in one swift movement, he swirled her petite body. A short squeal escaped her, followed by her signature giggles. As cliché and cheesy as it sounds, Ethan could not wait to capture her lips and taste her once more.
Because he was all hers, until the end of time.
A/N: Yes, I’m still seriously in love with this art that Ainna made, and I can’t stop looking at it. No amount of words in the dictionary could describe how freaking obsessed I am with this!!! 🤍😭
Premise: After a whirlwind romance, Max has an important question to ask Sienna.
Book: Open Heart (post series)
Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC)
Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff
Words: 960
A/N: I’m delighted to share this beautiful art by Ainna on Instagram of my lovely Maxenna, who will be getting engaged in a few hours (fiction catches up with real-world timeline). I wrote this scene at the end of this fic, and a new fic about what happened next follows below the cut. Submission for @choices-november2022 Day 10 “Dreams come true.”
My heart can’t take it. The look of love they have for each other is so precious, and Ainna masterfully displayed it in the art. She got her own prince, he got her own princess. A happy-ever-after indeed. 🤍
Book: Open Heart, Beyond
Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende-Ramsey)
Format: Pictagram/ Social Media Edits
Summary: Their son gets in a fight at school right before Thanksgiving.
Your magnificent writing and works always reflects your kindhearted soul, babe. Through your wonderfully crafted characters, deep down we can see how gentle and compassionate YOU are, just like Lilac and Ethan here.
Jonah and all the Allensey babies are so so SO freaking lucky to have Ethan and Lilac as their parents. Not everything is what they seem at hindsight, but they have taught their babies (and us) to always treat people with kindness.
Love you so much, babe. Thank you for blessing us with yet again another masterpiece. 🤍
BOOK: Open Heart (post-OH)
PAIRING: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Laura Levchenko)
RATING: MA
WARNINGS: NSFW (contains explicit language, adult themes, and sexual references); DNI unless 18+
WORD COUNT: 818 words
SUMMARY: Things get heated up during their Dagger Mountain getaway.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Oooh, look! They are finally doing it. 😌 Would you believe that this thing is the result of my creative self-indulgence after torturing myself with the US History prep for five hours? It’s the final product of my scattered brain lmao so expect some really mediocre, plotless smut going on here. Also, the fic header might not match the lack of plot, but he looks damn fine and it’s the same position. Enjoy, my dearest!
December 2022
They are sequestered in the safety and comfort of the ski resort’s luxurious suite – two souls hiding from the world in the privacy of the four walls of their bedroom. Ice patterns are slowly forming on the glassy surface, the season proudly displaying its frosty splendour in all its glory. A gentle hush cloaks the impressive landscape while the thick snowflakes peacefully fall outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the movement as breath-taking as if being captured in slow-motion. The imposing mountains are hidden beneath the sparkly white blanket that turns the whole scenery into an enchanting vision of purity.
But no wonders of mother nature can compare to the sheer allure of her fiery hair set ablaze in the fireplace’s soft orange hue, a halo of sinful temptation contrasting with her milky skin. The world outside might be pristine white, but she paints his universe a vivid shade of scarlet, and his senses are instantly overpowered by the scent of argan all around them and the silky smoothness of her hips underneath his fingertips.
He has never seen anything more enticing than the sight of having her on top of him. Only Ethan ever gets to fully appreciate this enchanting siren, whose freckles sit delicately and openly on her high cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, and whose hair is a mass of messy waves. Even in the dimness of the room, he can clearly discern the two amber pools firmly fixed on him. She never takes those hypnotising eyes off him, and as she sinks down on his erection and takes him inch by agonising inch just to quickly raise her hips afterwards, her enticing gaze closes in ecstasy. She repeats the movement over and over at an excruciatingly slow pace, and his eyebrows knit together in a mixture of torment and excitement.
They might be hiding from the biting cold of the winter dreamland, but the heat emanating from her skin and the rhythmic grinding of her body against him briefly transports him to the world of fresh water and fragrant fauna where coconut palms line the side of the beach and hibiscus plants are dotted among the foliage. The steady and slow roll of her hips feels like warm sea waves washing over his tired body, and he realises that something is indeed washing over him – the sweet anticipation and growing pleasure, stripping him bare and leaving him aching for her.
He is desperate to make her go faster, to sink into her even deeper, and he raises his hips as well as the position allows him, the muscles of his thighs growing taut with the exertion. She lets out a rich moan in response to the unexpected fullness, but then laughs cunningly, leaving him once again completely at her mercy.
He has never welcomed anything more.
A man like him could easily overpower a woman like her. It would take him precisely one second to flip them over and drive into her as hard and as fast as he would like, ruthlessly pounding into her until he would leave her a whimpering mess. But the sight of her taking him any way she pleases is entirely too magnetic. She is a goddess in her most sublime form.
His eyes are tracing the trail of droplets of perspiration as they run down the valley of Laura’s breasts, shimmering in the soft light. He can almost feel himself rising up, the tip of his tongue purposefully following that sacred path until he would dip his nose into the crevice of her ribs, scattering haste kisses over the tender skin. But her palms are placed on his chest, softly pressing him into the plush pillows beneath him.
He eventually cannot resist and lets his fingertips roam over the silky-smooth skin of her inner thigh, slowly wandering upward until they reach the apex of her thigh. He stops only when the pad of his thumb finds its desired destination. He may be no poet, but he writes lust all over her in the way his thumb rubs her clit with just the right pressure and speed. Her cheeks are flushed with the sweetest tinge of crimson red, and his meticulous precision elicits a string of downright sinful moans out of her, delivering her directly to heaven.
Her hips suddenly pick up the pace, greedily grinding against him and dragging them both toward their peak. The obscene litany of filthy praises that rolls off his tongue fills the spacious room – he is a person desperately ravenous for that sweet release, ready to fall.
The fall is even more inviting than he has anticipated when he spills himself inside her, and the hot spurts of cum thoroughly fill her velvety tightness. It is an avalanche that almost knocks the breath out of his lungs, making his mind blissfully blank, yet filled with all things Laura.
Whew. Babe. Is it just me or is it freaking HOT in here?! 🥵
I keep saying this over and over, and I know I sound like a broken record, but babe.... YOUR FREAKING WRITING!!!! Through your beautiful string of words, I can feel their love, their passion, their primal instincts taking over and pushing them to the edge. TEACH ME YOUR WAYS!!!!! 😍
He has never seen anything more enticing than the sight of having her on top of him.
I mean, boy, same..... I bet he can’t get that image out of his head no matter what
He may be no poet, but he writes lust all over her in the way his thumb rubs her clit with just the right pressure and speed.
AKJSKLAJSLKAJSLKAJSLK FUCK THIS IS HOT
...filled with all things Laura.
I don’t know why but this ending has me on chokehold. Physically speaking, Ethan had just filled her. But here.... we can see that it was actually Laura filling him. That sounded dirty but alksnlaksnklasjklajslkajsl I LOVE THIS LINE.
Damn, girl, I truly have no words to describe your ethereal talent. Beautiful and magnificent as always, my friend. 🤍
Summary: Luke and Lily learn why one specific day always makes Victoria sad
Rating: Teen
Category: Angst
Aged 4
The wind whipped against the windows but that didn’t disturb the two small children as they hid under their fort in the living room.
“The lights make it look pretty. I hope we get to keep it like this forever.” Lily grinned.
“Mommy might say yes, I don’t think Daddy will.” Luke shrugged as he played with his action man.
“Daddy let us do it today! Normally Mommy builds a fort with us.” Lily said.
“Mommy can’t resist our cute faces.” Luke laughed. “Why did Mommy have to go out?”
“I don’t know. I saw Daddy giving her a big cuddle this morning before she left. That means she was sad. And she also had some flowers with her.” Lily said quietly.
“Mommy has been sad the last few days, we have to be nice to her.” Luke replied.
Summary: Tobias and Casey spend their first Thanksgiving together as husband and wife.
Words: 724
A/N: A little drabble that takes place just a week after their wedding. @choices-november2022 Day 17 - Happy
Tobias looked up at the clock to find it was already noon. As he put the last items on the tray, he couldn’t be happier that Casey was still asleep. The past few months had been a whirlwind; he was exhausted and wasn’t spending every minute of every day creating a new life. He would do all he could to make sure she got enough rest. That included setting the DVR to record her beloved Thanksgiving Day Parade. That way, they could snuggle up on the couch and watch it on her schedule, not the broadcasters. He had thought of everything.
He sat on the bed beside her, placing the tray beside him.
“Good morning, princess. Though, it’s really not morning anymore.”
“Mhhh, what time is it?” she asked groggily as she started to stir.
“It’s noon,” he watched as her eyes opened wide. “Don’t worry! I recorded the parade.”
A grin spread across her face, “You know me too well.”
“Hey, it’s a man’s duty to know his wife. I’m just doing my job.”
“Well, you’re great at it! What’s this?” She asked, taking note of the tray.
“It’s your favorite French toast, fresh berries, and a cup of that pregnancy tea Ethan sent over.”
“You’re too good to me, Mr. Carrick.”
“Anything for you, Mrs. Carrick, and for this little pain in the butt we love so much,” he smiled, placing his hand on her newly formed baby bump.
“Hmm, they were kind enough to let me fit into my wedding gown last week. Do you think you might be a little nicer to him or her?”
“To her…” Tobias smirked, “and I’m plenty kind. I adore her. She just needs to stop making mommy feel so crappy.”
“I’m beginning to feel better. I think morning sickness is finally passing, not a moment too soon!”
“Good, then let’s get you eating before the food gets cold. When you’re done, I’ll make you a cup of hot chocolate, and we can watch the parade together. The turkey’s in the oven, I did all the side dishes yesterday, so I’m all yours.”
Casey exhaled with the brightest smile. “This may be the most perfect Thanksgiving of all time! But are you sure you don’t mind it being just us?”
“Mind? This is heaven. I love our friends and family, but we’ve had plenty of time to bond with them recently. You, me, and the little pumpkin here, that’s all I want today.”
“Like you said, it’s heavenly.” She rolled her eyes and made a pleasurable moan when she bit into the French toast. “Ohmygod! This is SO good! Your French toast is everything!”
“Yeah, well, it’s good to know that I can have you making those noises, even when we’re not… you know.”
“Tobias!” She laughed, gently hitting his shoulder. “I love you so much.”
“Well, I’m glad. You married me after all. And I love you so much, too. We are so damned lucky.”
“We are. Lots to be thankful for today and every day. But can I let you in on a little secret.”
“Of course.”
“I’m most thankful for you.”
He leaned over and took her lips in his, giving her a tender, lingering kiss that left them both lost in the moment. When it ended, he rested his forehead against hers. “And I’m most grateful for you. You changed my life, Casey.”
“For the better, I hope.”
“That goes without saying. And that was before the pregnancy boobs.”
Laughing, Casey handed Tobias the tray to put to the side, then she pulled him next to her. Holding his face in her hands, she peppered him with little kisses
“Shall we go watch the parade?” he asked.
“Yep. I’ll finish kissing you there!”
“Hey, as long as you don’t interrupt me when the Blue’s Clues float is on! You know how I feel about Blue.”
“I do,” she laughed. “Do you realize we’ll watch the parade with our baby next year? My God, we’ll be parents.”
“You, me, and our baby on the couch watching the parade. That’s perfection right there.” He smiled.
“I agree.”
“Just one thing,” Tobias insisted.
“Yes?”
“She can’t interrupt me during the Blue’s Clues float either. I have my rules.”
“I think we can live with that rule,” she laughed. “Now come on! The parade awaits!”
You’re telling me that Casey is a Blue’s Clues fan??!?!????!??! STOP I’M CRYING BECAUSE THEYRE ONE OF MY FAVORITES TOOOOO 😭😭😭😭
But, seriously, this is too adorable ma’am. You’re showering me with all FLUFF and I’m not complaining one bit. Seeing them in their marital bliss is exactly what I needed to make my week 1000000% better. 🤍🤍🤍
Premise: Ethan meets someone from his past and realizes life is full of surprises.
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine)
Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff.
Words: 2,500
A/N: This is set on the day after Thanksgiving in third year, which takes place during part 5 of the original Maxenna series. Ethan and Cassie were there too, if you recall. 😊
Submission for @choices-november2022 Day 13 prompt “Try something new”. I’m also using @choicesflashfics Prompt 1 and Prompt 3, which will be in bold.
Ethan Ramsey hated the pink Polo shirt with a passion he usually reserved for stupid people. At least the black pleated shorts that formed the bottom half of his uniform were comfortable.
It was the summer after his freshman year at Brown, and he’d started a summer job at the yacht club in Newport a few weeks ago. It was good money, especially with the generous tips left by the club’s wealthy patrons, and helped cover his insurance and gas commuting from Providence.
Ethan had initially thought of staying in town, but the influx of summer visitors meant accommodation was hard to find and expensive. He needed to save most of his paycheck for school. Textbooks were expensive, and jobs on or off campus were not as plentiful as he’d hoped.
This was such a clever and intriguing way that connected all the dots between Ramsey and the Valentines. It was no coincidence that Robert met Ethan that day, and my my, it warms my heart as they finally realize the full circle twenty years later. It’s indeed... fate. 🤍
