Briar Daly x Edmund Marlcaster (Unspoken Desires )
Briar Daly (Naomi Scott) 💜💜💜 Edmund Marlcaster (Johnny Flynn)
Couple’s main theme: They don’t know about us (One Direction)
“Life’s greatest adventure is love.” ( Melissa Tagg)
Briar Daly, Beatrice Foredale’s best friend ever, moves to Edgewater in the summer of 2005. As the closest thing Beatrice has as a family, Briar’s mother, Parvati Daly, is invited by the Earl to work as a seamstress at Edgewater (read the fic ‘The proposal’). Mother and daughter live in a small cottage on the property, but spend most of their day at the mansion. Briar Daly often sleeps over with Beatrice.
From day one, there is something that draws them to each other. Edmund could never be indifferent to the sassy girl, and Briar has always enjoyed teasing the shy blond boy. As they grow older, Edmund and Briar realize there is something stronger between them that they decide to explore, despite the insecurities on both sides.
Despite their young age, they have no doubts that what they have is real, and they see future for them. However, they fears the prejudices of their families could separate them. So the couple decides to live their a beautiful young love story.
Stay tuned to learn more about their journey in future chapters!
Summary: A random moment between Beatrice and Dominique (completely pointless).
Characters: Beatrice Foredale (MC|OC) and Dominique Foredale. I only own my OC’s. The mentioned characters belong to Pixelberry. No copyright infringement intended.
Word Count: +/- 554
Rating: G
Notes:
💕 English is not my first language. Please, excuse me for any typos /or grammatical errors. 💕 This is my submission to @choicesnovchallenge2021, Day 18 - tiara | philosophy and for @choicesficwriterscreations ‘Fics of the week’
When she came in Dominique’s private room to get sheet music, Beatrice noticed an oak box on the table. The family crest was engraved on the lid.
The key was in the lock. It was irresistible not to peek inside. Beatrice carefully opened the old wooden box. Relying majestically on a blue velvet bed, the famous family jewels. Beatrice had only seen it in photographs and paintings. Made of eight sapphires and dozens of diamonds, the tiara seemed to light up the entire room.
“Holy cow! This is worth more than the entire Grovershire!”
Beatrice took the tiara in her hands. It was heavy. She was about to try it on when heard the sound of the door opening. The girl quickly put it back in the box, but the Dowager Countess still saw her close it.
“They are exquisite, aren’t they?”
“If I had known what it was, I wouldn’t have opened it, I’m sorry, Grandmother.”
“You must learn to control your curiosity. It doesn’t dignify a lady.“ Beatrice blushed. “A jeweller from London is coming here to clean them this afternoon. They only can come out of the walls of Edgewater in the head of a lady of the house.”
Summary: The affairs of the heart are never easy to deal with; whether when love is blooming or withering.
Characters: Beatrice Foredale (MC|OC), Ernest Sinclaire, Luke Harper, Vincent Foredale, Dominique Foredale, Mathew Sinclaire (OC) and Mrs Lewis (OC). I only own my OC’s. The mentioned characters belong to Pixelberry. No copyright infringement intended.
Word Count: +/- 3988
Rating: G, but with mentions to alcohol abuse and its consequences.
Notes:
💕 English is not my first language. Please, excuse me for any typos /or grammatical errors. 💕 Special thanks to @secretaryunpaid and @storyofmychoices. As usual, moments with Sunny are dedicated to @jeanele.💕 This is my submission for @choicesficwriterscreations ‘Fics of the week’
Lost in his thoughts, Ernest was on his way to Earl’s office. Turning the corner, the young man saw a bizarre figure running toward him. When it got closer, he recognized it was Sunny. The energetic pug had something on top of his head.
Beatrice was running after the pug. “Sinclaire stop him!” she yelled down the hall.
Ernest grabbed Sunny and picked him up. He lifted the dog to his face and studied it carefully. Sunny was wearing a knitted bonnet. As if that wasn’t bizarre enough, the bonnet had two hearts, one on each side of the pug ears.
“What kind of torture is she inflicting to you, buddy?” Ernest asked the dog. The pug licked his nose.
Meanwhile, Beatrice reached them, panting. “Thank you, Sinclaire. I have been chasing him for a while,” she thanked, taking Sunny from his arms, “Sorry, baby. I need to take another picture. Don’t close your eyes this time… Can you do that for me, please?’ Beatrice asked, matching her puppy eyes and kissing the dog’s head. “Sinclaire, make yourself useful and hold him again to take the pictures.” The girl took several photos until she was satisfied with the final result. “Take two steps back, Sinclaire… That’s it… Perfect! Thank you, you were a great assistant!”
A relationship that survived through text messages. That was what their relationship had become, that young beautiful thing had become what she was beginning to feel was a causality of modern technology. She missed his voice speaking sweet things in her ear late at night. She desperately missed seeing his smiling face every morning. She missed the hugs that swept her off of her feet. Missed it all. A relationship through text messages. The kisses she missed those. She looked at her friends around her with their perfect couples. They had it all. Her closest friends wondered if she should just end the entire relationship. It was just hurting her, hurting him.
If she was being honest that very thought came to her mind once. Just once, for less then thirty seconds and those thirty seconds were the worst of her life. Never again would those thoughts ever enter her mind. The pain that it would cause would be too much. Not only to herself, because it would kill her, but the worst part would be hurting him that she couldn't handle. That pain would be more then her desire to hear his voice saying hello instead of just reading it in a text. She sighed out loud and chewed on the straw to her iced tea. She had to finish reading her book for class but all she could focus on was the bound of her phone chirping signaling the next text message. The café and street were busy today, the sound filled her ears as she took her iPod from her ears.
Her phone chirped again pulling her from her reverie. Despite herself she smiled slightly. He was being unnecessarily cryptic, telling her that he was going to make her day. It was completely confusing to an already confused person. She messaged him back that yes she was ready for whatever it was he was planning on doing. Then she settled back into her seat to read some more of her book. She hadn't gotten three words into her book before the familiar strains of "Dear Prudence" filled the air as her phone rang loudly. She picked up her phone to look briefly at the caller i.d. The picture caused her to jump to answer it. It couldn't really be him.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hey babe!" it was him.
Actually him she was speaking to. As in this was his voice that she was speaking to. In those first words that he spoke everything that was out of line and floating around settled back into it's natural place. She leaned back in her chair content for the first time in weeks. They spent an hour talking
This brought her back to why she did this, why she wanted him. The sound his voice made her smile. Imagine seeing him after this time? What would that do to her?
"Where are you?" he asked out of no where.
"Just leaving a café for my room." She smiled as she spoke. They continued to talk as she walked back to her dorm from across campus , the walk really wasn't that long only a few minutes.
"I hate to say this but I have to go baby. I'll talk to you soon."
"Bye." She whispered.
"Hey I love you." He said.
She smiled, "I love you back," she said as the phone went dead. She couldn't wipe the smile from her face as she finished the walk.
She turned the corner so that her building was in view. In front she saw a slightly familiar shape standing outside. But it couldn't be him her eyes were just playing tricks on her. Against her better judgment she picked up the pace. As she got closer she realized that it really was him. The how didn't matter, the fact that this was totally clichéd didn't matter either. But it was actually him that was all that matter. She ran to him and jumped into his arms. Placing kisses wherever she could find a place to.
"How?" was all she could manage to ask.
"Flapped my arms really hard." He smiled at her.
Everything would be fine, for the moment she no longer had a relationship through text messages. She had the real thin and she wasn't going to waste a moment of it.
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Masterlists: [All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer] [The Bogart Diaries]
Characters: Thomas Hunt, Alex, Bogart Hunt (dog), Addison Sinclair
Book: Red Carpet Diaries [Hunt x F!OC]
Word Count: ~1,100
Rating: General/Fluff, with slight angst
Prompt: costume ~ @choicesoctoberchallenge
Synopsis: After Thomas said he wasn't going to wear a Halloween costume to match Bogart, Alex found a loophole. (Alex has secretly had a Pictagram account for Bogart since his adoption, despite Thomas saying no. [fic]) This follows Trouble (Part One) .
A/N: The stunning art in the edit is by the always incredible @vantaray (been holding onto this for a while now!) I always knew this was the post that would be the one to get Thomas's attention to discover Bogart's account, I just needed to figure out the occasion!
Alex chewed the corner of her lip, heat rising in her cheeks. "All good things come to an end." She pressed a kiss to Bogart's head, tossing her phone on the table in front of her. "We might be in trouble."
The loyal black lab rested his head in her lap. A soft whimper escaped him as he sensed her anxiety.
She couldn't bring herself to pick up her phone from the coffee table, and yet, she couldn't take her eyes off of the red blinking light signifying new notifications. The screen illuminated a few times with his picture, as each time she ignored his calls.
She had always known there was a chance Thomas would discover Bogart's account...eventually, but with each new post, the secret grew, and its discovery seemed less and less likely. He had even been tagged in a couple of the past posts, and nothing! He'd have to log in to his social media to notice, and he didn't. Why had he now? Why today? Her perfect holiday surprise, ruined.
It had all been fun until that comment. Explain. Not only had he found the account, but it had to be that photo. She wasn't sure if he'd be furious or not, but as long as she didn't check her messages, she wouldn't need to find out.
The unmistakable roar of his vintage sports car rolled up the driveway. Her ears were trained on every sound; The rhythm of the grandfather clock in the hall seemed deafening as she listened for the door to open, awaiting the inevitable.
She pulled her legs up against her chest, resting her head on her knees, waiting and fearing the worst.
"Alex?"
"In here." She shifted uncomfortably, trying to put on a smile as he turned the corner. "How was your day?"
His stoic face remained unchanged. "Alex."
"Who's Alex?" She shrugged. A nervous giggle slipped from her lips that quickly turned downward. "Sorry."
"Not answering your phone," he stated calmly, laying his briefcase and coat on the armchair.
"No," she answered simply. She glanced down at the device, still illuminating with unread notifications.
"Any particular reason?"
She looked up as he moved closer. Her deep brown eyes misted over. "Are you mad? Do you absolutely hate me?"
"I—" Thomas sighed. "I don't know what I am."
Alex nodded, giving him time. "That's fair."
The cushions dipped as he took a seat beside her. "I could never hate you."
"I'm sorry," she whispered, interrupting him. "I should have told you. I was going to, but—"
"You didn't."
"I didn't."
"Why didn't you?"
"It just kind of became this joke—this silly secret. It was fun, but I never meant to hurt you." She turned away, blinking back the tears of worry that had built up and were now threatening to break.
"Alex." His voice was calm and sure. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
She pulled away. "It's my fault."
"I know. No argument from me." The words weren't harsh or critical. His eyes crinkled in the corner. "Come here."
Alex didn't resist this time. Instead, she buried her face in him, hiding her shame.
His fingers threaded tenderly through her silky hair.
"I love you, Thomas," she sniffled.
"I know that, too." He held her close. His hands massaged her back. "My love for you was never in doubt."
"Really?" Her eyes shimmered as she looked up at him.
"Alex, if none of the eccentric things you've done in the past have pushed me away, why would this?" His lips curled in the corners, his eyes brightening.
"But you didn't want Bogart to have a Pictagram," she pressed.
"When has that stopped you before?" His brow arched challengingly.
She hid her face as a smile broke her worry. "Am I that awful?"
"You're that wonderful, darling. You push me out of my comfort zone. I might not always enjoy it, but you're always there to guide me through it."
"How did I get so lucky? I love you so much, Thomas!" Alex's lips crashed on his, kissing him freely, not to get her way, simply in adoration of her husband.
"I will always love you, my Alex, even when you exploit loopholes in my words or engage in activities I don't see the appeal of." He continued stroking her back soothingly.
"Okay, but you have to admit, Bogart makes a pretty perfect mini-you." She nodded enthusiastically, her spirit returning. She jolted upright, eyes widening with glee and excitement, "Do you want to see it?!"
She began to jump off the couch, but his steady hand kept her beside him. "I'm more curious as to if Miss Sinclair made you a matching design as well. If I remember correctly, you had wanted the three of us to match."
Alex licked her lips. "She offered, but I kind of had my own idea."
"Of course, you did." He smirked. "Do I want to know?"
"Hmm," she pondered, a playful glint growing in her eyes. "Well, in the spirit of not keeping any more secrets it does seem only fair."
Thomas settled more comfortably on the couch, as Alex leaned into him.
"I was thinking it would be best if, for this particular costume idea, I only match you in private." Her fingers grazed over the soft, luxurious fabric of his tie, letting it flow between her fingers. "You have a lot of layers, Mr. Hunt, but I thought this one would suit me best." Slowly, she loosened his tie, slipping it off his neck. "What do you think?" She draped it over her shoulders, brushing her shirt to the side. "I figured why make things more complicated when I can so easily slip on this tie and 'voilà'! My own special brand of Thomas Hunt chic."
He watched as she dangled the end of the tie over her breast, imaging how she'd look with his tie exclusively. He wrapped his arms around her waist, guiding her into his lap. "I think I can work with that."
"Yeah?" She wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's not too much?"
"Too much?" He suppressed a laugh, shaking his head softly to the sides. "Just right." Thomas curled his finger under her chin, bringing her lips closer. "I think this is going to be my favorite Halloween, yet."
"For Bogart's adorable costume?" She winked, kissing his nose. Her fingers massaged the hair on the back of his neck.
His gaze shifted to the dog, lying protectively on the floor beside them. "For Bogart," he sighed reluctantly, even if he was secretly looking forward to seeing the dog's costume in person. "And for you."
"I am pretty wonderful," she teased, brushing a delicate kiss to his lips.
"You have no idea how wonderful you are, my dear."
"Thomas—" Alex leaned back, her eyes sparkling under his tender adoration.
He wrapped her safely in his arms, kissing her softly, again and again, relieving any worry she still might have.
This story has been a long time coming. I hope it doesn't disappoint. As I mentioned at the beginning, I always knew this would be the post that made Thomas aware of Bogart's social media, I just couldn't settle on the event and the reaction.
I hope this story does them justice. ❤️
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Summary: An extra moment between Ethan and Keegan while hiding in the Mass Kenmore supply closet during book 2 chapter 9.
Author’s Notes: Prompt request from my wonderful friend @rosebudde from this list! I honestly don’t know what this is, but I’m currently replaying book 2 of Open Heart sooo that’s where my mind was when I got this request😂
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Keegan pulls Ethan into a nearby supply closet and closes the door. Their shoulders touching in the confined space.
“I haven’t hidden in a supply closet in almost a decade,” he says.
“You hid in supply closets? That’s kind of comforting.”
“Only during my intern year.”
“To cry or to make out?” Keegan asks, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
Their eyes meet in the near dark, and Ethan gives her a faint smile.
“What do you think?”
Keegan holds his gaze for a long moment before a mischievous grin begins to spread across her face.
She’s unsure if it’s because she’s impressed by the thought of the stoic man once doing unprofessional things, or a minuscule amount of jealously that she wasn’t the person on the other side of the make-out session. But the question quickly evaporates from her mind as awareness of their proximity to one another clouds her senses.
Her chest begins to rise and fall a bit faster as the atmosphere becomes heavy with desire.
His gaze slowly flickers down to her mouth, hooded eyes unwavering as he studies every nervous breath flowing in and out of her slightly parted lips.
“What are you thinking?” she whispers.
He slowly blinks once and his eyes are on hers again.
“I'm not thinking anything,” he mumbles, gorgeous blues melting to black as the previously innocent teasing moment is swallowed up by one of intense longing.
“You look like you’re thinking something,” she says, subtly jutting her chin out to push her lips closer to him to test her theory.
His eyes immediately fall back to her lips, confirming the suspicion that is causing warmth to roll through her veins.
Her satisfaction at the discovery must reflect on her face because a tiny smirk begins to pull at the corner of his mouth.
The last ounce of apprehension remaining in his broad, muscular shoulders slips away as the handsome attending takes a small step forward, crowding her impossibly closer to the door.
“Okay, I’m thinking something.”
Humming in response, she lifts her head fully so her eyes can explore the face she adores so much.
“So, tell me what you’re thinking.”
The smirk still adorning his face disappears in an instant. He tilts his head to the side almost imperceptibly, eyes trained on her mouth once more.
“I’m thinking I want to kiss you,” he whispers.
Keegan’s eyes darken and her body trembles at the words. Though they recently kissed outside of his apartment, months of painful longing and denial make the admission an unexpected one.
“So, kiss me,” she says, causing his gaze to dart back up to hers.
Determined to match his confidence with her own, she keeps her eyes focused on his, resisting the urge to stare at his full lips out of fear she'll make the first move rather than wait for him.
“I don’t know if now is the best time.”
“Because we’re in a supply closet in the enemy’s hospital?”
“No,” he replies, observing her carefully. “I saw the results of Kyra’s scan.”
His gaze softens ever so slightly, sympathy appearing in his deep, ocean blues.
“I’m fine,” she says, lips pressing into a thin line to smile reassuringly.
“Is that why we’re poaching a patient from another hospital? Because you feel fine?”
He gives her a knowing look as his eyes trail over her face, mentally noting the puffy evidence of her earlier breakdown.
She drops her head to hide from his scrutinizing stare.
“It just seems like no matter what I do, it’s not enough. And it’s not me that loses, it’s them. The people we’ll no longer be able to help if we close the free clinic… Kyra.”
Ethan places a finger under her chin, raising her head to meet his eyes once more. He finds tears beginning to form in her own.
“I guess I wanted to feel in control again. There’s not much I can do to save Kyra, but I hope this will eventually help save our patients.”
Ethan doesn’t speak, only watches her closely as he listens. He admires everything about her. Her brilliance and bravery. Her ability to always put others before herself. It’s obvious to everyone that she is stunning. Far more lovely than anyone he’s ever seen before. But the kindness she carries within is the most extraordinarily beautiful thing about her.
“Say something,” she whispers, tentatively placing her hands on his waist.
He slides his fingers away from her chin to caress her cheek softly. Keegan leans into his touch, nervous fingers stroking his toned sides, encouraging him to speak.
“You have a beautiful soul.”
Surprise flits across her face as her eyes widen in wonder. She searches his expression, looking for anything that would explain the unexpected compliment from the usually closed-off doctor.
“Are you just saying that because I’m having a bad day?”
“No,” he chuckles. “I'm saying it because it's the truth. I’ve known it for a long time now. You’re incredibly kind, and it shows in everything you do. You need to know that.”
“Thank you,” she says, swallowing hard when her voice cracks with emotion.
His thumb strokes her cheek as they gaze deeply into the other’s eyes. The almost forgotten yearning from moments ago returns, crashing into them with the force of a tidal wave.
“Ethan?” She says, staring at his lips once more.
“Hm?”
“Remember when you said you wanted to kiss me, but you didn't know if now was the best time?”
“I do,” he says hoarsely, mimicking the movement of her eyes as his fall to her mouth as well.
“I want you to kiss me,” she whispers confidently.
“You want me to kiss you?” he repeats teasingly, though his voice is gravelly with need.
“I always want you to kiss me.”
With much effort, his eyes flicker back up to hers, grinning at the conviction in her voice at the statement.
“Is that so?”
Keegan slides her arms around his back, pulling his body flush against hers as she tilts her face up to him.
He raises his other hand to cradle her face, leaning down to brush his lips along hers delicately. She waits in breathless agony as he teases her with careful, feather-light strokes of his mouth on hers, never fully pressing them together.
“Just kiss me,” she groans impatiently.
He smirks against her lips, brushing his over them one last time before he speaks.
“I think… I think the coast might be clear.”
Keegan closes her eyes and sighs in exasperation. When she opens them again, she’s met with his handsome crooked grin, apparently finding her irritation amusing.
“You’ll regret this, Ramsey,” she says, narrowing her eyes at him playfully.
“I already do.”
Shaking her head, she forces herself to pull away from him, opening the door an inch to make sure they can safely exit the supply closet without being caught.
“Looks like we’re good to go.”
———
Extra note: And then five minutes later he kisses her recklessly in some rando’s office to keep from being caught. Right.
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